A Game of Ghosts (Charlie Parker, #15)

by John Connolly

Sometimes his entire life felt like a series of such trade-offs, a little suffering now for the possibility of a reduction in suffering down the line.

Dogs were generally incompatible with melancholy.

you’re getting fucked, then you’re getting fucked. But if you’re getting fucked by someone who’s smiling, then you’re really getting fucked.”

the chill rendered more agonizing still by a wind that appeared to direct itself with particular ferocity at the nose, the ears, and the fingertips, and caused eyes to water in a simulacrum of grief.

Someone gave Mr Connelly a word a day calendar.

Truth resonates

A man is a very small thing, and the night is very large and full of wonders. —Lord Dunsany (1878–1957)

Rage, grief, loss: these were the emotions he had permitted to govern his existence for so long. They had been the dominant forces in his life

Truth

Grief has its own gravity.

knew that she had done this, all with a few words that were out of her mouth before she even knew what she was saying.

didn’t have time for that talk radio shit, liberal or conservative. If he wanted to hear folk agreeing with their own opinions for hours on end, he could just stay at home and listen to his wife.