Prayers for Rain Quotes

“All right', Bubba said. '... Just remember, the only sin in battle is hesitation. So don't fucking hesitate.”
― Dennis Lehane, Prayers for Rain

“Some ghost of myself still lived back in the days when we'd shared a bed and talked of the future. But that love we'd had and those selves we'd been were gone, placed in a box like old photographs and letters you'd never read again.”
― Dennis Lehane, Prayers for Rain

“The sun was beginning to fade, though, and the air - slightly chilled as it slid through the trees - carried with it just the barest hint of rain.”
― Dennis Lehane, Prayers for Rain

“The loneliness of another can be shocking when it lays itself bare without warning.”
― Dennis Lehane, Prayers for Rain

“The parishioners looked dazed, but happy. The only thing good Catholics love more than God is a short service. Keep your organ music, your choir, keep your incense and processionals. Give us a priest with one eye on the Bible and the other on the clock, and we’ll pack the place like it’s a turkey raffle the week before Thanksgiving.”
― Dennis Lehane, Prayers for Rain

“It was a hell of a point, though. If love dies, if relationships deteriorate, if what was making love reverts back to having sex, then was it ever love to begin with? Or just something we sell ourselves on to distance ourselves from the beasts?”
― Dennis Lehane, Prayers for Rain

“I think Warhol is to art what Rush is to rock music, which is to say, I think he sucks.”
― Dennis Lehane, Prayers for Rain

“Good movies, man, they give you another life. A whole other future for a while.”
― Dennis Lehane, Prayers for Rain

“she was forced to face how cold and unlike her fantasy her own marriage was? Or did she suddenly just get tired of living this long-ass life?” Joella”
― Dennis Lehane, Prayers for Rain

“I’m getting dissed way too much lately.”
“Probably because you date defense attorneys who think a good wardrobe makes up for that lack-of-brains thing.”
“I turned on my chair. “Oh, you know her?”
“No, I’ve heard half the mean in the twelfth ward to, though”
“Hiss,” I said. “Meow.”
She gave me a rueful smile as she lit another cigarette. “Cat’s got to have claws to make it a fight. What I hear, all she’s got is a nice briefcase, great hair, and tits she’s still making monthly payments on.” Her smile widened and she crinkled her face at me. “Okay, pooky?”
“How’s Someone?” I said.
Her smile faded and she reached into her bag. “Let’s get back to David Wetterau and Karen–”
“I hear his name’s Trey,” I said. “You’re dating a guy named Trey, Ange.”
“How’d you–”
“We’re detectives, remember? Same way you know I was dating Vanessa.”
“Vanessa,” she said as if her mouth were filled with onions.
“Trey,” I said.
“Shut up.” She fumbles with her bag.
I drank some Beck’s. “You’re questioning my street cred and you’re sleeping with a guy named Trey.”
“I don’t sleep with him anymore.”
“Well, I don’t sleep with her anymore.”
“Congratulations.”
“Back at you.”
There was a dead silence between us for a minute as Angie pulled several sheets of thermal fax paper from her bag and smoothed them on the bar. I drank some more Beck’s, fingered the cardboard coaster, felt a grin fighting to break across my face. I glanced at Angie, The corners of her mouth twitched, too.
“Don’t look at me,” she said.
“Why not?”
“I’m telling you–” She lost the battle and closed her eyes as the smile broke across her ceeks.
Mine followed about a half second later.
“I don’t know why I’m smiling,” Angie said.
“Me, either.”
“Prick.”
“Bitch.”
She laughed and turned on her chair, drink in hand. “Miss me?”
Like you can’t imagine.
“Not a bit,” I said.”
― Dennis Lehane, Prayers for Rain