Perfect Little Town Quotes

“Now, old and dying or dead already, and we have mostly acclimatized to the absurdity of daily life in the fourth decade of the twenty-first century, although occasionally we regress and rant. To journals.”
― Blake Crouch, Perfect Little Town

“We are spread across the country now, old and dying or dead already, and we have mostly acclimatized to the absurdity of daily life in the fourth decade of the twenty-first century, although occasionally we regress and rant. To journals. Our fellow dinosaurs. To our children who bring their children to visit us in nursing”
― Blake Crouch, Perfect Little Town

“A villager in Ca Lu said it to me, before I removed his intestines with a bayonet.” “Was he talking about himself?” Donaldson asked. “Or you?” “You tell me. Did you feel alive when you killed your father, Donaldson?” Donaldson nodded. “And when you killed the owner of the Pinto?” Mr. K continued. “Goddamn piece of crap car. I wish I could kill that guy again.” “How about someone else in his place?” Donaldson squinted at Mr. K. “What do you mean?” Another half smile. “The man in my trunk. If I gave you the chance to kill him, would you?”
― Blake Crouch, Perfect Little Town

“colors and the picket-fenced lawns and the shoppes we spell the olde English way and the sweet smell of the river running through. Parking spaces are plentiful in the off-season. They choose a spot in front of the coffeehouse, climb out with their smiles intact, squinting against the high-altitude sun—a handsome couple just shy of forty, their fashionably-”
― Blake Crouch, Perfect Little Town

“Children who bring their children to visit us in nursing homes. We go on about how it used to be—the extinct and glorious slowness of life and other artifacts: The pleasure of eating real food, seeded and grown out of ground proximate to your own doorstep. Decency. Community. Respect for the old traditions. We tell all who will.”
― Blake Crouch, Perfect Little Town

“Jessica’s smile makes Ron slide his hand over the console, let it work down between her blue-jeaned thighs.”
― Blake Crouch, Perfect Little Town

“The day wears on.  The light fades. It snows harder with each passing hour. Up and down Main, Christmas lights wink on.”
― Blake Crouch, Perfect Little Town