The Murder House Quotes

“If I could run the world, I’d find another way to treat most of these criminals—most of them, not all of them—but we find widespread solutions to widespread problems in this country, so we just build big prisons and stick everyone inside them and, for the most part, forget about them once they’re gone. Noah”
― James Patterson, The Murder House

“Give a guy with an inferiority complex some power and watch out.” I”
― James Patterson, The Murder House

“weight”
― James Patterson, The Murder House

“No one ever leaves alive The house at 7 Ocean Drive”
― James Patterson, The Murder House

“where a half mile away he can see the fog of the Atlantic, dark and endless. His eyes invariably move to the house”
― James Patterson, The Murder House

“me.”
― James Patterson, The Murder House

“looks flawless, even… Inhuman. I look around her. Next to the rocking chair in which she’s seated is a— “Oh, Jesus—” My hand jerks, and the beam of light shoots to the ceiling. Hands shaking, I sweep the light through the darkness again, past the woman— A man. Wearing some kind of coat, tweed. Hair greased back. A thin face, eyes open and vacant. Sitting on a love seat, legs crossed. Same deal with the glossy skin, the immobile eyes, unresponsive to light. Not dead people. Not people at all. Wax figures. I exhale with the realization. I was two seconds away from kicking in this window to rescue a couple of wax mannequins. I keep the light moving. An area rug on the floor. A battered coffee table with a vase and flowers—fresh flowers, not fake. Against the wall, a faux fireplace—something painted on the wall, complete with logs and a spirited flame. A television set. I can only”
― James Patterson, The Murder House

“I have a brief memory of his aftershave and a kiss good-bye. I”
― James Patterson, The Murder House

“This is what freedom feels like, he thinks. This is what I missed the most. He”
― James Patterson, The Murder House

“ached, until his head throbbed, all of that preparation comes down to today. It’s finally here! He quickly brushes his teeth and puts on his Halloween costume. He picks up the trombone case and his school backpack and heads downstairs quietly, not wanting to wake his mother. He rips open the cellophane and drops two Pop-Tarts into the toaster and pours himself a glass of milk. He drinks the milk but doesn’t touch the pastries.”
― James Patterson, The Murder House

“The house continues to call out from parts unseen, aches and hiccups and wheezes, a centuries-old creature drawing long, labored breaths. When”
― James Patterson, The Murder House

“pick the jerks to date”
― James Patterson, The Murder House

“The door doesn’t have a knob, just a latch held closed by a chain, another victim of Dede’s shears.”
― James Patterson, The Murder House

“windowsill on the opposite side of the dining room. “What are you doing?”
― James Patterson, The Murder House

“roundhouse”
― James Patterson, The Murder House

“him. “What”
― James Patterson, The Murder House

“his loyalties lie.”
― James Patterson, The Murder House

“the car into gear and drives through the gate. Dede closes the gate behind them, taking another look across the street and seeing nothing. “That’s the thing, though,” she says when she reenters the car. “He wasn’t walking. He was just watching us. I mean, I think. With the headlights, I couldn’t really see. It could just be my eyes playing tricks.” Annie pulls the Beetle onto the grass next to the massive detached garage, hidden from sight. She lets out a sigh. “Good to be home,” she says. “There’s no place like home. There’s no place like—” “Would you shut up?” As they walk toward the back entrance, they see the ladder the hot tool-belt guy used yesterday, broken down and lying in the grass. “Noah was cute,” Annie says. “Was he? Was he cute?” Dede throws another elbow. “Now, now, dearest, I only have eyes for you.”
― James Patterson, The Murder House

“They are almost directly above him. He closes his eyes and listens to their laughter upstairs. They are in love, he thinks, or at least they sound like it. His heart is pounding. He is here, and they don’t know it. That is special all by itself—they think they’re sharing something intimate, but he gets to be a part of it.”
― James Patterson, The Murder House

“The sleep deprivation doesn’t help. My eyes feel heavy these days, my movements lumbering, my brain fueled by adrenaline but unfocused, sloppy.”
― James Patterson, The Murder House

“the Hamptons for eighteen years.”
― James Patterson, The Murder House

“ground, impaled on the trunk of a tree that has been shaved down to the point of”
― James Patterson, The Murder House

“19”
― James Patterson, The Murder House