Stephen

“The urban renewers had struck again. They'd evicted me, a fortune-teller, and a bookie from the corner of Mass. Ave. and Boylston, moved in with sandblasters and bleached oak and plant hangers, and last I looked appeared to be turning the place into a Marin County whorehouse.”
― Robert B. Parker, Early Autumn

“The great game of life is not about money; it is about doing your best to join the battle to build anew our communities, our nation, and our world.”
― Jack Bogle

“Both our opinions are rooted in our experience," I said. "Both of them are true, it's just that we've had different experiences.”
― Robert B. Parker, A Catskill Eagle

“Scott walked away and did not look back. They knew Maggie would try to follow him, and she did. In her world, they were a pack, and the pack stayed together.

Maggie whined and barked, and he heard her claws scrape the tarmac like files. Budress had cautioned him not to look back or wave bye-bye or any of the silly things people did. Dogs weren't people. Eye contact would make her struggle harder to reach him. A dog could see your heart in your eyes, Budress told him, and dogs were drawn to our hearts.”
― Robert Crais, Suspect