Memory's Door Quotes

“I don't like perfect people. They're usually not.”
― James L. Rubart, Memory's Door

“In a sense, yes, but I have another concern that is a more imminent threat that is occupying the vast majority of my prefrontal cortex."

"I'm guessing that's part of the brain."

"In rudimentary terms it's the area of the brain where we make decisions."

Brandon scrunched up his face and pressed his finger into his cheek. "What does rudimentary mean?"

"It means--"

"I'm kidding, Professor." Brandon laughed and punched Marcus playfully in the arm. "I did go to school for a few years, you know.”
― James L. Rubart, Memory's Door

“You've asked me to have coffee with you six times over the past year."

He nodded.

She leaned closer to him. "I'm told seven is the perfect number."

"I've heard that too." He smiled at her, his eyes bright.”
― James L. Rubart, Memory's Door

“You know why.”
― James L. Rubart, Memory's Door

“She dropped to her knees and took Brandon's arms. "Talk to me."

A voice she didn't recognize rasped out of his mouth. "It probably looks worse than it is."

"Brandon, no."

He gave her a weak smile and closed his eyes. "I'll live.”
― James L. Rubart, Memory's Door

“Chose the wrong door, you see. No, that's not right. That's wrong. Reverse that. Strike that. Didn't choose the door. Should have gone through it but didn't. Didn't, didn't, didn't. Want to go back and walk through it, because I think it would be good, but I can't now. What's done is done. Over. Finished. I went the other way. Didn't even put my hand on the knob." Simon looked up, his gaze darting back and forth between Marcus and the fountain and his shoes. "Had my chance.”
― James L. Rubart, Memory's Door

“Just curious." Calen's eyes grew dark. "Does it bother you more to realize I've had my tongue down your daughter's throat, or that there's nothing you can do to stop me from doing it again?"

Marcus gripped the arms of his chair hard and came forward, his heart pounding.

"Would it bother you if I told you about the times I've touched her in areas I don't think would be pleasing for you to hear about?"

"You're lying."

"She's weakening. And she's going to give in very soon. I have extensive experience in these matters. I'm sure you can trust me on that.”
― James L. Rubart, Memory's Door

“Dana laughed. "You're going to have to sell me hard on the idea of Carson being the Wolf, Doug. He's charming, smart, knows his Bible cold." Dana smiled. "He's handsome."

"What do his looks have to do with anything?" Brandon frowned. "I think we all know what he looks like. We don't need to dwell on--"

"I'm not dwelling on his thick blond hair, his tan skin, or his trim athletic build, Brandon. I'm thinking that Marcus might not know what he looks like, and I'm trying to give the professor a visual to work with."

"I'm aware of him," Marcus said.

Brandon snorted out a breath. "Yeah, Dana, I'm sure that's exactly what you were--"

"Enough." Reece raised his palm, the reflection of the flames of the fire pit turning it a dark red.”
― James L. Rubart, Memory's Door

“Do you always have to lay out our options like a professor?" Brandon snapped his fingers.

Marcus's face turned red. "But I am a--"

"It's a joke, Prof. Relax."

"I am relaxed." Marcus slid his phone back into his pocket and pushed his glasses back up on his nose.

"Uh-huh. You're melted white chocolate, you're so silky smooth.”
― James L. Rubart, Memory's Door

“Maybe it was teleportation. The Spirit took you there."

"That might explain my visit to the soccer game, but it doesn't elucidate why I was in two different editions of the bakery."

"Elucidate?"

"Clarify, expound, explicate..."

"You should have stopped at expound."

"Brandon! I need assistance here.”
― James L. Rubart, Memory's Door