Winterkill Quotes

“Children were not pets, not furniture, not items put on earth to bring pleasure to people who owned them, she raged to herself.”
― C.J. Box, Winterkill

“sound bites in search of a paragraph.”
― C.J. Box, Winterkill

“Joe greeted the news with the false courage he hoped he would display one day when the doctor told him he had one month to live.”
― C.J. Box, Winterkill

“A church is a sanctuary. This is not a church. This is a way station on the road to hell.”
― C.J. Box, Winterkill

“the sky had cleared, and the sun swelled bright and warm in the western sky. Water from the melting snow dropped like strings of glass beads from the eaves of the house and melted holes in the snow on the ground. The sound of running water through the outside drainpipes sounded like music to Joe.”
― C.J. Box, Winterkill

“You like to fly under the radar,” Romanowski said, locking eyes again with Joe. “When you see something that’s wrong, you don’t give up. You value being underestimated. In fact, you encourage it. Then, if you have to, you turn fucking cowboy and surprise everyone.”
― C.J. Box, Winterkill

“the three red lights in Saddlestring without seeing it.”
― C.J. Box, Winterkill

“delineator posts nosed out just above the surface of the snow at the level of his pickup windows.”
― C.J. Box, Winterkill

“Barnum turned, smirking,”
― C.J. Box, Winterkill

“there was”
― C.J. Box, Winterkill

“three-thirty P.M.”
― C.J. Box, Winterkill

“fluid sloshing”
― C.J. Box, Winterkill

“compund,”
― C.J. Box, Winterkill

“The people he met in the field were mostly hunters, fishermen, ranchers, poachers, environmentalists, and others Joe lumped into a category he called “outdoorsmen”—but his home was filled with four blond, green-eyed females. Females who were verbal. Females who were emotional. He often smiled and thought of this place as a “House of Feelings.” If the expression of feelings produced a physical by-product, Joe could imagine his house filled with hundreds of gallons of an emotional goo that sometimes spilled out of the windows and doors and seeped from the vents. But his family was everything to him; this place was his refuge, and he wouldn’t have had it any other way.”
― C.J. Box, Winterkill

“Inuit people had scores of words to describe snow, and that had always impressed”
― C.J. Box, Winterkill

“Sound bites in search of a paragraph...”
― C.J. Box, Winterkill

“someone”
― C.J. Box, Winterkill

“It seems like the good guys turned out to be the bad guys, and the bad guys weren’t all that bad.”
― C.J. Box, Winterkill