128 Quotes About Susanna-moore

And although I wanted to think about him, it would have to wait until the next day, perhaps until I was on the subway, where I seem to have most of my more interesting thoughts.

And there was still pleasure in it. A man who knew he could fuck.

Maybe you got a date in the city. You're going to get laid. A stranger, someone new, 'cause you wouldn't take the trouble for someone you already fucked.

I used to think, what other job in the world is as good as being a detective?

Why would you know?""I wouldn't," I said. "I don't know anything about you.

He wished to remain elusive even to himself. He was full of contradiction—penitential confessional eagerness and a secrecy that kept him opaque and in motion.

He smiled. 'You think I'm a racist, like all cops.' He didn't seem to mind.

He was suddenly uneasy, as if he'd just begun to think about me, the kind of person I might be, the way that I might think.

What is it exactly that I'm allowed to do with you?" I asked."Anything you want.