Invisible (Invisible, #1)

by James Patterson

You think you’ve conquered something, you work on it over and over and tell yourself you’re getting better, you will yourself to get better, you congratulate yourself on getting better. And then you close your eyes at night, you drift off into another world, and suddenly your own brain is tapping you on the shoulder and saying, Guess what? You’re NOT better!

I’M HERE for the Dick. That’s not what I actually say, but that’s what I mean.

Purple is such a twisted, complex color—it conveys the passion of red, the sadness of blue, the depravity of black. Purple is neither happy nor sad. It is pain and despair but longing, too—fiery desire, beaten and bruised but struggling onward, determined to overcome, to move forward rather than retreat.

Ressler is quick to shake Books’s hand, presuming him to be the leader—which happens to be true, but he doesn’t know that, typical sexism, but it’s no time for my feminist side to show.

I always thought of myself as a mistake. Like a piece of bad fruit you toss out.”