Irreparable Harm Quotes

“So, Sasha took charge of the meeting and set for herself the same goal she had every time she babysat her nieces and nephews: no blood; no property damage in excess of a hundred dollars; and everybody eats something.”
― Melissa F. Miller, Irreparable Harm

“He hacked again and dug a handkerchief out of his pocket to wipe his mouth. After folding the white cloth back into a careful square, he checked his watch again, fumbled with the smartphone on his lap, squinted at it to confirm the coordinates were correct, and hit SEND. Then Angelo Calvaruso sat back, closed his eyes, and relaxed—completely relaxed—for the first time in weeks.”
― Melissa F. Miller, Irreparable Harm

“Kevin Marcus said “let the record reflect that the middle digit of plaintiff’s counsel’s right hand is extended stiffly in the air in a widely understood gesture.” She couldn’t just relegate a gem like that to off-site storage.”
― Melissa F. Miller, Irreparable Harm

“Viv’s achievement was sullied by the fact that she’d made partner by backstabbing, undercutting, and sabotaging her peers and sleeping with her superiors.”
― Melissa F. Miller, Irreparable Harm

“Eight sets of eyes shifted from Peterson to Sasha. She put down her pen. “We’ll meet right at 8:30 every morning for a quick status update and to hand out the day’s priority assignments. Beginning now, you work exclusively for Hemisphere Air. If you need me to run interference with anyone to get you off other matters, tell me now; otherwise, I expect you’ll clear your plates entirely of other work by the end of the day tomorrow.” Sasha waited a beat to see if anyone had a problem with that. No one did. At this point in their careers, they would chew their arms off to get out of the document”
― Melissa F. Miller, Irreparable Harm

“It’d be handy to have his service weapon right now. He could shoot out a window or just crash it into the glass. Everyone said the Sig Sauer was a big, heavy handgun. But he was a big guy with huge hands and hadn’t ever really noticed. Not until Sasha had been clutching his gun in Warner’s apartment. It had looked cartoonishly large in her tiny”
― Melissa F. Miller, Irreparable Harm

“He paused to wonder why he had given it to her. She didn’t have a license to carry. He could be fired or even prosecuted for lending his weapon to a civilian. Especially a pain-in-the-ass, argumentative civilian. Even a little tiny one whose hair smelled like ginger and honey when he bent over to whisper in her ear.”
― Melissa F. Miller, Irreparable Harm

“And what greener pasture are you off to? In-house counsel at Hemisphere Air?” Sasha stared at the judge. Metz, who had taken over Vivian’s position had called and offered her his old job, not once but twice. She thanked him gently and sincerely, but told him she wasn’t interested. Metz had understood. But, it appeared Pittsburgh’s legal gossip mill hadn’t gotten the memo. “Actually, no, Your Honor.” “Oh? Then where are you going?” Sasha opened her mouth to say, “I’m not sure. I’m going to take some time.” Instead, the words “I’m opening my own”
― Melissa F. Miller, Irreparable Harm

“stared at the bubbles”
― Melissa F. Miller, Irreparable Harm

“Jerry Irwin sat in his dark office, the only light the glow of his computer monitor. He tapped out a quick message: Demo completed successfully, as we are sure you’ve heard. Second display to occur on Friday. Interested parties to submit confidential bids by midnight Friday.”
― Melissa F. Miller, Irreparable Harm

“Jerry Irwin sat in his dark office, the only light the glow of his computer monitor. He tapped out a quick message: Demo completed successfully, as we are sure you’ve heard. Second display to occur on Friday. Interested parties to submit confidential bids by midnight Friday. Irwin read it over”
― Melissa F. Miller, Irreparable Harm

“into his fist and remembered the last time he had flown. It had been almost ten years. His youngest daughter and her husband, the struggling”
― Melissa F. Miller, Irreparable Harm

“gold”
― Melissa F. Miller, Irreparable Harm

“new gold watch,”
― Melissa F. Miller, Irreparable Harm

“I was going to leave him. After all, he left me years ago. For the firm.”
― Melissa F. Miller, Irreparable Harm

“Tim Warner had the bad luck to be the first one in the office on Tuesday morning, as he was most mornings. He’d never really been a morning person, but when he started working at Patriotech, he learned he got most of his work done before his colleagues arrived”
― Melissa F. Miller, Irreparable Harm

“remembered the last time he had flown. It had been almost ten years. His youngest daughter and her husband, the struggling actor, had flown him and his wife out to Los Angeles to be there for the birth of their first child—his fourth grandchild, but the first girl. Maya had entered the world squealing, and, at least based on the weekly phone calls he had with her”
― Melissa F. Miller, Irreparable Harm

“Almost afraid to look, she clicked on the envelope icon and breathed out, smiling. It was just a Google news alert about a client. She had set up news alerts for all the clients she worked for. It always impressed the partners when she knew what was going on with their clients before they did. Scared them a little, too.”
― Melissa F. Miller, Irreparable Harm

“Sasha McCandless blew the eyeshadow residue off the tiny mirror of the makeup palette she kept in the top left drawer of her desk and checked her reflection. The drawer was her home away from home. It held a travel toothbrush and toothpaste, a tin of mints, an unopened box of condoms, makeup, a spare pair of contact lenses, a pair of glasses, and a brush. She smiled at herself and opened the drawer again, tore open the box, and popped a condom into her beaded handbag.”
― Melissa F. Miller, Irreparable Harm

“Mac, only a moron could lose this argument. Just don’t be a moron and you’ll be fine.”
― Melissa F. Miller, Irreparable Harm

“Damage control wasn’t his responsibility.”
― Melissa F. Miller, Irreparable Harm

“shouting that she could not decipher.”
― Melissa F. Miller, Irreparable Harm

“raised his fist again.”
― Melissa F. Miller, Irreparable Harm

“learned a lot from him. I’d like to pay my respects.” “Will do.” She put the receiver back on the base and looked out the window. Why would Judge Cook hate Noah? She smelled cinnamon. She turned to see Naya”
― Melissa F. Miller, Irreparable Harm

“He pulled the screen back down, more sharply than he’d intended, and glanced over at his seatmates. They didn’t react to the noise. Next to him, sat a thin, college-aged girl who had squeezed herself into the middle seat, jammed her earbuds into her ears, and closed her eyes, lost in her music; beside”
― Melissa F. Miller, Irreparable Harm

“Somewhere in the air over Blacksburg, Virginia The old man checked his new gold watch, given in appreciation for his fifty years of service to the City of Pittsburgh. He lifted the window screen and pressed his head against the oval window in the side of the plane. The glass was cold”
― Melissa F. Miller, Irreparable Harm

“information on whichever Western District judges are the most likely candidates to be assigned”
― Melissa F. Miller, Irreparable Harm

“They had met through the Cancer Center. Vivian had used her connection with Laura, who was on the center’s board of directors, to get him access to candidates to carry the phones on the planes. He needed men who were terminally ill and had financial worries. Vivian had told Laura that a fellow Carnegie Mellon alumnus wanted to set up a fund to help cancer patients with their expenses.”
― Melissa F. Miller, Irreparable Harm

“Angelo Calvaruso sat back, closed his eyes, and relaxed—completely relaxed—for the first time in weeks. Two minutes later, Hemisphere Air Flight No. 1667, a Boeing 737 en route from Washington National to Dallas-Fort Worth International, slammed into the side of a mountain at full speed and exploded in a fiery wave of metal and burning flesh.   ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~   The offices of Prescott & Talbott Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania”
― Melissa F. Miller, Irreparable Harm

“domain. Both sat on his bedside table. Noah didn’t lift his head from his magazine. Laura waited a minute to see if he would move. He didn’t, so she sighed deeply, placed a bookmark in her novel, and reached over to shake his arm. Noah had developed a habit of dozing off while reading in bed. Laura had no idea how he found that position comfortable enough for sleeping, and she didn’t understand why he was so tired all the time lately. He’d always kept long hours at the office, but the pace seemed to be getting to him more these days. “Noah, phone. Phones, actually.” She shook his forearm harder. Noah started and pushed his reading glasses, which had slid down his nose, back up to the bridge. He”
― Melissa F. Miller, Irreparable Harm