If It Bleeds Quotes
"Pays you cheap wages and gives you a cheap bonus—Lucky Devil tickets from Howie’s."
"I like working for him. And I like him, Dad."
"I’m not like reading to him and weeding his flower garden makes you a twenty-first-century Oliver Twist."
"When a man turns sixty-eight, he no longer needs vitamins."
"You spoke of screenwriting. If it’s what you want, then of course you must pursue it."
"There’s always corned beef hash on that list, and a dozen eggs."
"The world is full of mysteries. No, whatever is happening is much larger than environmental degradation."
"The human brain is finite—no more than a sponge of tissue inside a cage of bone—but the mind within the brain is infinite."
"I think when a man or woman dies, a whole world falls to ruin—the world that person knew and believed in."
"Think of that, kiddo—billions of people on earth, and each one of those billions with a world inside."
"But not ours," Doug says, and gives his nephew another squeeze. "Ours will go on a little while longer. And your mother’s."
"We need to be strong for her, Brian. As strong as we can."
"Thirty-nine years," Doug says. "Thirty-nine great years. Thanks, Chuck."
"Sometimes there is such a thing. Not much, but a little. Like finding a forgotten twenty in the pocket of an old coat."
"I think it's a bird. A big bird, all frowsy and frosty gray. It flies here, there, and everywhere."
"They wanted you to think about what you were doing, and as far as Jared is concerned, the beat is your friend and thinking is the enemy."
"The beat is your friend and thinking is the enemy."
"I’d like to catch that bird. Catch it and wring its fucking neck."
"If you know him, call the number on the screen, and do it right away."
"And then the crowd of pedestrians on the next block clears long enough for him to see a kid in a sleeveless tee, sitting on his little stool and beating out that tasty old-time rhythm."
"I’ve got a conference to attend tomorrow. On Saturday I’m flying home. I’ve got a wife and son waiting for me."
"The universe is large, it contains multitudes. It also contains me, and in this moment I am wonderful. I have a right to be wonderful."
"You always remember where you were when you get bad news, don't you?"
"I don’t think they can grow facial hair," Dan says.
"The terrible aftermath of the worst air disaster in history!"
"There was one survivor," Dan Bell says, startling her out of her reverie.
"The newspapers called him the Boy Who Fell from the Sky."
"I first saw the clip you just watched the evening of the crash, on The Huntley-Brinkley Report."
"You’re too young to remember Chet Huntley and David Brinkley. It’s now called NBC Nightly News."
"No, just struck lucky. Or played the odds. Because there are always tragedies in big cities, aren’t there?"
"This is Dave Van Pelt, reporting from Dealey Plaza, across from the Texas School Book Depository, where—"
"Very well put. He’s different models, but from the same template. Except there are at least two templates, maybe more."
"Shots… blood… there was blood from the back of his poor head…"
"I’ll get to that." His voice is rustier than ever, and he drinks some more tea to lubricate it.
"My job is to look past all the variations and see the similarities."
"I think he was doing it on radio, too! Even before there was TV!"
"I’m sure to the viewing audience he just looked and sounded horrified, doing his job under difficult conditions, but—"
"He’s not horrified," Holly said. She’s thinking of Ondowsky’s first report from the Macready School bombing.
"And who knows, a creature like him may be attuned to the approach of major disasters."
"He’s eating it up," she says. "Just pretending to be concerned, and not doing a very good job of it, at that."
"It's just us. I can go in and open up her guts with this, or you can give me what I want and I’ll leave her alone. I’ll leave you both alone."
"The thing pretending to be a TV reporter is fast. She will not risk Pete. She’s the one who let the genie out of the bottle."
"The idea that coincidence, or some malign force, may have decreed that her second face to face with Ondowsky should not happen brings her no relief."
"It’s not the kids she’s worried about, Drew. I think you know that."
"Into every life a little poop must fall. But sometimes you do get what you need."
"It’s time we took a little night air. Be seen by whoever wants to look at us. Hank, bring that jug. I want to be sure those boys on the rooftops get a good look at the dumb sheriff getting drunk with his even dumber deputies."
"What you ought to be concerned about is living through the night."
"Talking about a norther, comin straight across O Canador from the Arctic Circle. Temperature’s gonna fall off the table, they say."
"You want to shop out here in the willies, Mr. Larson, you gotta be prepared to pay the price."
"It’s going to be bad, especially up north in those unincorporated townships near the border."
"It’s not a bad book and I’m not going to die out here."
"Had to be a man about it, and it went pneumonia."
"A person’s interior landscape was sometimes—often, even—fairly shitty."
"He didn’t like the sigh but would take the sentiment."
"There was a storm, and that road out there isn’t in very good shape."
"The tragedy was that the kid would never grow old."
"The manuscript was on Al’s desk... 'It’s plot-driven, but the relationship between the sheriff and his young captive gives the story quite extraordinary resonance.'"
"He would love his wife and children as best he could, he would teach the best he could, he would live the best he could."
"If not for Jim Averill, his son would be in Mexico now, with his long life—all the way into a new century!—ahead of him."
"I have to keep it plugged in, because somewhere along the way someone dropped it and busted the on/off switch."
"Each one of us—from the kings and princes of the realm to the guys who wash dishes at Waffle House—contains the whole world."
"I love dancing, the way it frees a person’s heart and soul."