Just One Look Quotes

“You can only be strong for so long.”
― Harlan Coben, Just One Look

“Kids don't come with instructions. We all mess up. Raising a child is pure impromptu.”
― Harlan Coben, Just One Look

“Replicas never have the ghosts. They're bodies without souls.”
― Harlan Coben, Just One Look

“The danger of video games was that they shut the world out. The beauty of video games was that they shut the world out. Sally”
― Harlan Coben, Just One Look

“They would claim that she was either delusional or naïve to the point of a learning disability.”
― Harlan Coben, Just One Look

“Being a mother, Grace thought, was a lot like being an artist—you are always insecure, you always feel like a phony, you know that everybody else is better at it than you. The mothers who doted obsessively on their offspring, the ones who performed their numbing tasks with that Stepford-ready smile and supernatural patience—you know, those mothers who always, always, have the right supplies for the ideal after-school craft . . . Grace suspected that these women were profoundly disturbed.”
― Harlan Coben, Just One Look

“It's too hard for people to accept. The weak-minded invent invisible gods and gardens and reunions in paradise. Or some. like you, won't buy unto that nonsense, but it's still too painful to admit the truth. So you come up with this 'how can we know?' rationale.”
― Harlan Coben, Just One Look

“While waiting for Carl Vespa to arrive, Grace started picking up the bedroom. Jack, she knew, was a great husband and father. He was smart, funny, loving, caring, and devoted. To counter that, God had blessed him with the organization skills of a citrus beverage. He was, in sum, a slob. Nagging him about it—and Grace had tried—did no good. So she stopped. If living happily was about compromise, this seemed to her like a pretty good one to make. Grace”
― Harlan Coben, Just One Look

“For a moment the words did not register. Grace just stood there, unable to move. It wasn’t that she hadn’t heard him—she had—but his words were so out of context, so out of place coming from this stranger’s lips, that her brain could not really comprehend the significance. At”
― Harlan Coben, Just One Look

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― Harlan Coben, Just One Look

“She landed at a homeless shelter for runaway teens. She found Jesus, you know the deal, trading one addiction for another, and started singing. She has a voice like a Janis Joplin angel.”
― Harlan Coben, Just One Look

“She had learned that somewhere and stockpiled it in the back brain closet, the same closet where she stored information about Daryl Hannah being in Splash and Esperanza Diaz being the wrestler dubbed Little Pocahontas, the same closet that helped make Grace, in Jack’s words, “Mistress of the Useless Factoid.”
― Harlan Coben, Just One Look

“That’s Esperanza Diaz. A professional wrestler falsely accused of murder.” Grace turned. “Little Pocahontas,” she said. “Excuse me?” Grace pointed at the photograph. “Her wrestling name. It was Little Pocahontas.”
― Harlan Coben, Just One Look

“There had been the quick nooky in the changing room at one of those upscale hair salons. There had been under-the-coat manipulation in a private balcony at a lush Broadway musical. But it was midway through a particularly daring encounter in a British-style red phone booth located, in of all places, a quiet street in Allendale, New Jersey, when Jack suddenly panted, “I need space.” Grace had looked up at him. “Excuse me?” “I mean, literally. Back up! The phone receiver is pressing into my neck!” They’d both laughed.”
― Harlan Coben, Just One Look

“Adult suburbia can be a lot like high school.”
― Harlan Coben, Just One Look

“There are sudden rips. There are tears in your life, deep knife wounds that slash through your flesh. Your life is one thing, then it is shredded into another. It comes apart as though gutted in a belly slit. And then there are those moments when your life simply unravels. A loose thread pulled. A seam gives way. The change is slow at first, nearly imperceptible.”
― Harlan Coben, Just One Look

“The danger of video games was that they shut the world out. The beauty of video games was that they shut the world out.”
― Harlan Coben, Just One Look

“The weak-minded invent invisible gods and gardens and reunions in paradise. Or some, like you, won't buy into that nonsense, but it's still too painful to admit the truth. So you come up with this 'how can we know?' rational.”
― Harlan Coben, Just One Look

“She had always been fervently anti-gun. Like most rational people she was scared of what a weapon like this could do lying around the house. But Cram had put it succinctly yesterday: Hadn’t her children been threatened? The trump card. Grace”
― Harlan Coben, Just One Look

“He made a face. “In other words, we don’t have a clue.” “Pretty much.” “You know that’s crap.” She didn’t say anything. “You know that there’s nothing. That I will never see Ryan again. It’s just too hard for people to accept. The weak-minded invent invisible gods and gardens and reunions in paradise. Or some, like you, won’t buy into that nonsense, but it’s still too painful to admit the truth. So you come up with this ‘how can we know?’ rationale. But you do know, Grace, don’t you?”
― Harlan Coben, Just One Look

“There’s a Shakespeare quote,” she said. “From Hamlet. He says that death is—and I think I have the quote right—an undiscovered country from whose borne no traveler returns.” He”
― Harlan Coben, Just One Look

“Vespa stepped in without saying hello. He still looked natty, still wearing a blazer that seemed to have been tailored by the gods, but the rest of him looked strangely unruly. His hair was always unkempt—that was his look—but there is a fine line between unkempt and not touched at all. It had crossed that line. His eyes were red. The lines around his mouth were deeper, more pronounced.”
― Harlan Coben, Just One Look

“Get this, we played Condom Roulette like the old days. Ever play? Every guy guesses a color—there’s Hot Red, Stallion Black, Lemon Yellow, Orange Orange. Okay, the last two are jokes, but you get the point. There’s this condom dispenser in the bathroom. It’s still there! So each guy puts a buck on the table. One guy gets a quarter and buys a condom. He brings it to the table. You open it and whammo, if it’s your color, you win!”
― Harlan Coben, Just One Look

“Grace kept it vague. She trusted Cora, but she didn’t want to have to trust her. Yeah, that made little sense. It was like this: If Grace’s life were in jeopardy, she’d call Cora immediately. But if the kids were in danger . . . well, she’d hesitate. The scary thing was, she probably trusted Cora more than anybody, which was to say that she had never felt more isolated in her life.”
― Harlan Coben, Just One Look

“What are you doing?” Grace had asked him. “Gangsta poses. Yo, whatchya think?” “That I should get you seizure medication.”
― Harlan Coben, Just One Look

“Jack bought it for $6.99 at T.J. Maxx, a discount clothing store where hip goes to die.”
― Harlan Coben, Just One Look

“Sally Li had her feet on the desk, her hands behind her head. “Look, Scott, you want me to go through the rigmarole of how amazing the science of pathology has become, or do you want me to bottom-line it?” “Skip the rigmarole.” “At the time of her death, your sister was pregnant.” Duncan”
― Harlan Coben, Just One Look

“The door opened. Mrs. Alworth wore a housedress that couldn’t have been manufactured after the Bay of Pigs. She was in her mid-seventies, heavyset, the kind of big aunt who hugs you and you disappear in the folds. As a kid you hate the hug. As an adult you long for it. She had varicose veins that resembled sausage casing. Her reading glasses dangled against her enormous chest from a chain. She smelled faintly of cigarette smoke.”
― Harlan Coben, Just One Look

“Does he have a record?” Perlmutter asked. “He was let out of Walden three months ago.” “For?” “Armed assault,” Daley said. “Wu cut a deal on that Scope case. I called and asked around. This is one very bad man.” “How bad?” “Poop-in-your-pants bad. If ten percent of the rumors about this guy are true, I’m sleeping with my Barney the Dinosaur night-lite on.”
― Harlan Coben, Just One Look

“She was checking the ingredients—an interesting potpourri of words she’d need to look up—when she felt, actually felt, someone’s eyes on her. Still holding the box at eye level, she slowly shifted her gaze. Down the corridor, near the bologna and salami display, a man stood and openly stared at her. There was no one else in the aisle. He was average height, maybe five-ten or so. A razor hadn’t glided across his face in at least two days. He wore blue jeans, a maroon T-shirt, and a shiny black Members Only windbreaker. His baseball cap had a Nike swoosh on it. Grace had never seen the man before. He stared at her for another moment before he spoke. His voice was barely a whisper. “Mrs. Lamb,” the man said to her. “Room 17.” For”
― Harlan Coben, Just One Look