Tick Tock Quotes
"In his life, every victory had come down to singleness of purpose, his ability to focus, to leave out everything but the matter at hand."
"The distinction of great and worthy men like him was the ability to manage it, to act despite the fact that it was breathing down their necks."
"Even so, he felt his pulse skitter when he finally arrived at his destination."
"Behind the mirrored lenses of his Persol aviators, he kept his gray eyes locked level and forward, his mind blank."
"No doubt about it. My world was a fine place and worth fighting for."
"Violence never solved anything. At least when there were witnesses around."
"It's calming, restorative. A moment to review where you've gone wrong over the past week and maybe think about getting things back on track."
"All in all, I came back out into the sun feeling pretty calm and upbeat."
"It seemed to me like an appropriate song for walking along a sandy dirt road beside the blue-gray Atlantic."
"I hate seemingly violent nuts, I thought as I got on the Belt Parkway."
"It's not that simple," I said, my voice calm, and a convincing fake smile plastered on my face.
"It’s our sorry lot to deal with the department’s evil henchmen."
"You’re all dead, you know that," I said, red-faced and unable to contain my laughter.
"He was already wearing the clothes, baggy brown polyester slacks and an even baggier white shirt, butterfly collar buttoned to the neck."
"For once in my life, I felt important. I was lonely, in pain. I have no friends."
"Everyone else in the building is marked in, or I would have been standing right here at my post as usual."
"I know how this story ends, and so do you. I calm down when this monster is worm food."
"In the six years I’ve been here, he’s been nothing but a model prisoner."
"It’s time to squash this thing man to man, West Side–style."
"Talk about fireworks! I’d broken a few laws there, hadn’t I?"
"You don’t hurt little kids, shithead. I have to actually explain that to you?"
"You already do," I whispered as I hurried for the safety of my police car.
"You want info? Talk to the thirteenth floor, Cathy, my lass."
"There was a pregnant, hot, wavering moment when I thought some clothing was going to get torn."
"I don’t know what it is, but I feel like we’re not doing ourselves or each other justice."
"Some synapse in my brain finally fired, and the connection we were looking for materialized in my mind like a constellation from a group of random stars."
"Justice—that would totally jell with where you might find someone obsessed with crime!"
"His name wasn’t Lawrence, was it? Lawrence Berger?"
"We all know why we’re here. It’s time to bring this thing home."
"The lid just ripped off this thing. We got our Lawrence!"
"What if nothing comes of it? Then we get drop-kicked off the case as scheduled."
"If it hadn’t been for a red light, she would have gotten away."
"I wasn’t sure how to reply, so I just said okay and opened the car door."
"His main concern and number-one priority was staging the body, turning it into a copy of Rifkin’s second victim."
"The sun came out from behind a passing cloud and turned the Chrysler Building’s iconic spire to molten silver."
"It’s your classic rags-to-riches-to-mass-murderer story."
"We know you’re the executor of Mr. Berger’s estate, and we’re here to ask you to freeze action on all accounts before anyone else is killed."
"This is what the corridors of power look like."
"You never knew what was going to happen next."
"He understood the big man better than anyone."
"Without the card and the money, he was wide open, on his own, completely and utterly screwed."
"No matter how wise he is with his mouth, just can’t quite disguise the sadness in his pale blue eyes."
"I’m sitting back against the headboard of my bed, which is funny because my bed isn’t anywhere near the window, only now it is."