Naked Heat Quotes

“As a writer, I can think of no greater terror than confronting a blank page, except perhaps the terror of being shot at.”
― Richard Castle, Naked Heat

“Go ahead. Rip my bodice.”
― Richard Castle, Naked Heat

“You’re like my wife.”
“Because I’m not sleeping with you either?”
― Richard Castle, Naked Heat

“Best autopsy ever," said Rook. "I think I just peed myself a little. Seriously, I did.”
― Richard Castle, Naked Heat

“He wrote as if he were the reader. It was also how he kept his writing from becoming too cute, which is to say, about him not the subject. Rook was a journalist but strove to be a storyteller, one who let his subjects speak for themselves and stayed out of their way as much as possible.”
― Richard Castle, Naked Heat

“I've been thinking about how ugly gossip is. How it victimizes people, but how as much as we say we hate it, we still feed on it like it was crack.”
― Richard Castle, Naked Heat

“[She] was trading sex for print. She certainly wouldn't be the first woman to do that, now, would she, Nikki Heat?”
― Richard Castle, Naked Heat

“Rook was a journalist but strove to be a storyteller, one who let his subjects speak for themselves and stayed out of their way as much as possible.”
― Richard Castle, Naked Heat

“Around 11 P.M., unable to concentrate on his work or even watch the news, he had started to wonder if this was how it started with stalkers. And then he started to think maybe he'd do his next article as an investigation of stalkers. But then he wondered... if you do a ride-along with a stalker, are you stalking the stalker?

It all got very weird.”
― Richard Castle, Naked Heat

“-Tu teoría sería interesante si no fuera por un pequeño detalle.
-¿Cuál?
-Que no estaba escuchando”
― Richard Castle, Naked Heat

“Niiiiiiiikiiiiii, no encuentro sapatos”
― Richard Castle, Naked Heat

“-Esta es la mejor autopsia de la historia -declaró Rook-. Hasta creo que me he meado un poco de la emoción. En serio”
― richard castle, Naked Heat

“Rook knew the stories were in the experience, not on the Internet. He had a vivid memory and a notes system that delivered him back into the moment every time he pulled the frayed black ribbon of his Moleskine bookmark to part it to a lined page of quotes remembered and details observed. He worked rapidly from beginning to end of the articles as he wrote, drafting at first-impression speed, leaving gaps and reserving the fine work to be done later when he would move once again from front to back. He made numerous passes like that but always continuously, without any backtracking, for a sense of flow. He wrote as if he were the reader. It was also how he kept his writing from becoming too cute, which is to say, about him not the subject. Rook was a journalist but strove to be a storyteller, one who let his subjects speak for themselves and stayed out of their way as much as possible.”
― Richard Castle, Naked Heat

“this guy had the story on Petar Matic. “Don’t you love the name, Rook? Sounds like a product a mohel would sell on an infomercial.”
― Richard Castle, Naked Heat

“I don’t think I like your tone, young man. Has this country gotten so accustomed to wiping its hinder with the Constitution that now the police are free to go door-to-door gathering fingerprints from citizens without cause? What are you building, some kind of data bank?”
― Richard Castle, Naked Heat