Scott Nicholson

“And just what is the nature of things?” “It’s beyond us. Not to be understood. The sun blows a fuse here and…

— Scott Nicholson

“Heaven looked like a lonely place. And”

— Scott Nicholson

Well, who’s real? The living or the dead?

— Scott Nicholson

“DeVontay touched his left eye and wiggled the glass prosthetic. “You got that right. My depth perception is for the birds.” “That…

— Scott Nicholson

“spine as she sneaked a look down the forested slope. The Blue Ridge Mountains were sheathed in October’s mellow gold, but the…

— Scott Nicholson

“Some artists are normal people who just happen to make things because we can't figure out how in the hell to communicate…

— Scott Nicholson

Engineering, I think you can pick up. [A data scientist's] curiosity is built-in

— Scott Nicholson

“Everyone has these leaks, as the poker players call it. A leak is something that drains your income, something that has nothing…

— Scott Nicholson

“The rain fell like dead bullets.”

— Scott Nicholson

“Can a body love something so much that her heart aches with the loving?”

— Scott Nicholson

“He glared at Jorge. “I doubt you’re American, but we’ll throw you in as a bonus.”

— Scott Nicholson

“Lying, like marksmanship and tomato growing, got easier with practice. He”

— Scott Nicholson

“compassion and humanity are the first casualties of any war.”

— Scott Nicholson

“periwinkle flowers. Here and there were gravel turnouts that led up to blank and brooding houses, but neither Rachel nor DeVontay were…

— Scott Nicholson

“It wouldn’t be heaven without a dog, would it?”

— Scott Nicholson

“Like it or not, people say "no" more than they say “yes.”

— Scott Nicholson

“If there was any American value worth adopting, it was a willingness to fight and die for freedom. More”

— Scott Nicholson

“I’m the government now,” Sarge said. “Sure, there might be other bunkers like this one. Maybe even our beloved president is playing…

— Scott Nicholson

“was fogged by their combined breath, the night seemed to grow colder and more mysterious, with only the brightest stars burning pinpricks…

— Scott Nicholson

“Because there was something to be said for going through life in a fog. In the fog, you couldn’t see the monsters…

— Scott Nicholson

Every broken lunatic needed a theme song.

— Scott Nicholson

“My thermograph got nothing,” he said. “I think that place is deader than Bob Dole’s dick.”

— Scott Nicholson

“You had to hand it to the devil: long odds never dampened his enthusiasm one bit. David”

— Scott Nicholson

“...people never gave away their hearts, however willing or desperate or lonely they were. Hearts always had to be taken. By force…

— Scott Nicholson

“Then he knew what hell was like. It wasn't a hot place where a pointy-tailed beast poked you with a pitchfork. Hell…

— Scott Nicholson