333 Quotes by Jeff Lindsay

It’s not that I have anything to hide – I’ve already hidden all of it – but.

It’s like, everything really is two ways, the way we all pretend it is and the way it really is.

I have really good eyesight,” I said, wondering if everyone who came in to see me today was going to be profoundly annoying.

Aramaic has no vowels. So MLK spells Moloch.” “Or milk,” Deborah said. “Really, Debs, if you think our killer would tattoo milk on his neck, you need a nap.

It’s always me, isn’t it? I’m not really a very nice person, but for some reason it’s always me that they come to with their problems.

They don’t barrel into a room with guns blazing as most children of seven and ten do. As I have said, they were somewhat damaged by their dear old biological dad, and one consequence is that you never see them come and go: they enter the room by osmosis. One moment they are nowhere to be seen and the next they are standing quietly beside you, waiting to be noticed.

But to have a second person present, watching and taking pictures, turned a very private act into a kind of performance. It was absolutely indecent – the man was a pervert. If only I had been capable of moral outrage, I am quite sure I would have been full of it. As it was, though, I found myself more eager than ever to get viscerally acquainted with MacGregor.

I read on. Aramaic, like Hebrew, did not use vowels. Instead, you had to supply them yourself.

I was a near perfect hologram.