My Lucky Star Quotes

“Gilbert, as a rule, used money the way women use pepper spray; he liked having some handy but only produced it when physically threatened.”
― Joe Keenan, My Lucky Star

“By the time Gilbert and I reached home we felt like two hydrants in unfortunate proximity to a kennel.”
― Joe Keenan, My Lucky Star

“Though I could agree with him that Miss Gamache had a good heart, I couldn't read her book without wanting to plunge an ice pick into it while screaming, 'That's for chapter four!”
― Joe Keenan, My Lucky Star

“Sorry I disagree,' she said while initialing some papers, having already acquired the mogul's knack of compounding an insult by multitasking while delivering it.”
― Joe Keenan, My Lucky Star

“They did not arrive alone but were attended by six cohorts, an assortment of dark-suited men so stern and judgmental of mien as to resemble the male ensemble from a musical version of The Crucible.”
― Joe Keenan, My Lucky Star

“Gilbert... sat at the foot of the bed and wore the dazed, beleaguered look of a suspect hauled in for questioning on a day when the good cop has phoned in sick.”
― Joe Keenan, My Lucky Star

“Sorry! Can't!' said Gilbert. 'Massage,' he explained, then exited the bar, apparently via catapult.

'Philip?' Claire said.

My first impulse was to follow Gilbert's lead by briskly dismounting the couch and diving through the Gilbert-shaped hole he'd left in the wall on departing.”
― Joe Keenan, My Lucky Star

“Gilbert, never restrained in victory, leaped to his feet with an exuberance Roberto Benigni might have found unseemly. “Thank”
― Joe Keenan, My Lucky Star: A Novel

“She was standing ramrod stiff by the stairs wearing an expression that called to mind Hedda Gabler as portrayed by Yosemite Sam.”
― Joe Keenan, My Lucky Star: A Novel

“Part of me knew it was no great honor to have one’s dialogue praised by a man whose films teemed with lines like “That meteor picked the wrong dude to mess with!” and “Uncle Sam, one. Allah...zip!”But”
― Joe Keenan, My Lucky Star: A Novel

“For him to claim now that he'd dashed off a spec script brilliant enough to win him a fat Hollywood contract did not merely strain Credulity; it beat the crap out of Credulity and sent Credulity's next of kin scurrying to its bedside.”
― Joe Keenan, My Lucky Star