84 Quotes by Ben H. Winters

Aren’t we all depressed, Detective? Under the weight of all this unbearable immanence?

I hold Ruthie's hand and she holds my hand, we sit like that, giving each other strength, like strangers on a crashing plane.

A pool of melancholy blooms in my chest and rushes into my body like deep-blue blood.

Madness creeps in very quickly at the edges of such speculation. Not just madness, but a kind of horror, a flickering red field closing in. Just the thought of it.

The end of the world changes everything, from a law-enforcement perspective.

I am a question mark pointed at a secret, Cortez is a tool aimed at the stubborn places of the world.

It’s like a concert with no stage, no bands, no electricity; a concert that’s all audience.

I hold Ruthie’s hand and she holds my hand, we sit like that, giving each other strength, like strangers on a crashing plane.

It’s not just a person’s present that dies when they die, when they are murdered or drowned or a giant rock falls on their head. It’s the past, too, all the memories that belonged only to them, the things they thought and never said. And all those possible futures, all the ways that life might have turned out. Past and future and present all burn up together like a bundle of sticks. Most.