The Trespasser Quotes

“No one needs a relationship. What you need is the basic cop-on to figure that out, in the face of all the media bullshit screaming that you're nothing on your own and you're a dangerous freak if you disagree. The truth is, if you don't exist without someone else, you don't exist at all. And that doesn't just go for romance. I love my ma, I love my friends, I love the bones of them. If any of them wanted me to donate a kidney or crack a few heads, I'd do it, no questions asked. And if they all waved good-bye and walked out of my life tomorrow, I'd still be the same person I am today.”
― Tana French, The Trespasser

“I’m amazed this guy manages to get out of bed in the morning without working himself into a panic attack over the chance that he might trip on the bath mat and stab himself through the eye socket with his toothbrush and be left with a permanent twitch that’ll ruin his chances of landing an airplane safely if the pilot has a heart attack and doom hundreds to a fiery death.”
― Tana French, The Trespasser

“You can knock down a genuine belief, if you load up with enough facts that contradict it; but a belief that’s built on nothing except who the person wants to be, nothing can crumble that.”
― Tana French, The Trespasser

“Ah, background checks,' I say. 'The foundation of every beautiful romance.”
― Tana French, The Trespasser

“I live inside my own skin. Anything that happens outside it doesn't change who I am. This isn't something I'm proud of; as far as I'm concerned, it's a bare minimum baseline requirement for calling yourself an adult human being, somewhere around the level of knowing how to do your own washing or change a toilet roll. All those idiots on the websites, begging for other people to pull their sagging puppet-strings, turn them real: they make me want to spit.”
― Tana French, The Trespasser

“If someone rescues you, they own you. Not because you owe them—you can sort that, with enough good favors or bottles of booze dressed up in ribbons. They own you because you’re not the lead in your story any more. You’re the poor struggling loser/helpless damsel/plucky sidekick who was saved from danger/dishonor/humiliation by the brilliant brave compassionate hero/heroine, and they get to decide which, because you’re not the one running this story, not any more.”
― Tana French, The Trespasser

“Then I sit there, running the heat to try and thaw my feet after Lucy’s flat, and watch the people going past. They make me edgy. Dozens and dozens of people, they just keep coming, and every single one of their heads is crammed with stories they believe and stories they want to believe and stories someone else has made them believe, and every story is battering against the thin walls of the person’s skull, drilling and gnawing for its chance to escape and attack someone”
― Tana French, The Trespasser

“The thing about old neighborhoods: people still mind each other’s business.”
― Tana French, The Trespasser

“someone else, bore its way in and feed off that mind too. Even the cute little student mincing along in her flowery dress, the shuffling old fella with his shuffling spaniel, they look Ebola-lethal. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me. Maybe I’m getting the flu.”
― Tana French, The Trespasser

“No one needs a relationship. What you need is the basic cop-on to figure that out, in the face of all the media bullshit screaming that you're nothing on your own and you're a dangerous freak if you disagree. The truth is, if you don't exist without someone else, you don't exist at all. And that doesn't just go for romance. I love my ma, I love my friends, I love the bones of them. If any of them wanted me to donate a kidney or crack a few heads, I'd do it, no questions asked. And if they all waved goodbye and walked out of my life tomorrow, I'd still be the same person I am today.

I live inside my own skin. Anything that happens outside it doesn't change who I am. This isn't something I'm proud of; as far as I'm concerned, it's a bare minimum baseline requirement for calling yourself an adult human being, somewhere around the level of knowing how to do your own washing or change a toilet roll. All those idiots on the websites, begging for other people to pull their sagging puppet-strings, turn them real: they make me want to spit.”
― Tana French, The Trespasser

“You’ll light your own bloody self on fire if you have to. And then you can pat yourself on the back and tell yourself you knew it all along. Congratulations.”
― Tana French, The Trespasser

“the room looks like it was bought through some Decorate Your Home app where you plug in your budget and your favorite colors and the whole thing arrives in a van the next day. In”
― Tana French, The Trespasser

“no matter how hard I try to stamp it down, part of me is picturing Sophie’s guy cracking the password and coming up with both hands full of pics of Aislinn riding Cueball Lanigan, with Breslin counting cash in the background.”
― Tana French, The Trespasser

“What-if-maybe crap is for weak people. It belongs to the ones who don’t have the strength to make actual situations go their way, so they have to hide away in daydreams where they can play at controlling what comes next. And that makes them even weaker. Every what-if is a gift to anyone who’s looking for a hold on you, and that means us. If a guy’s whole head is in reality, then reality is the only route we can take to get to him. If he’s letting his mind prance off down dozens of twisty hypothetical fairy tales, every one of those is a crack we can use to prize him open. Breslin”
― Tana French, The Trespasser

“Rory is fun when he’s pissed off: like a fluffy little attack gerbil.”
― Tana French, The Trespasser

“The truth is, if you don’t exist without someone else, you don’t exist at all.”
― Tana French, The Trespasser

“My mind is done for the night, shorted out; there’s nothing left but a dial tone.”
― Tana French, The Trespasser

“This guy couldn’t order a sandwich without tying himself in knots about the possible consequences of mayonnaise.”
― Tana French, The Trespasser

“His accent needs subtitles.”
― Tana French, The Trespasser

“Underneath he has on jeans and a baggy beige jumper that’s twenty quids’ worth of knitted depression.”
― Tana French, The Trespasser

“I’ve been trying not to say it out loud because I don’t want to jinx it. Like a dumb kid; like one of those moaners who believe the universe has it in for them and everything is just looking for an excuse to turn to shite.”
― Tana French, The Trespasser

“If a guy’s whole head is in reality, then reality is the only route we can take to get to him. If he’s letting his mind prance off down dozens of twisty hypothetical fairy tales, every one of those is a crack we can use to prize him open.”
― Tana French, The Trespasser

“Where I’m seeing a dead end, he’s seeing a brilliant new twist to his amazing story. I wish I could take my holidays inside Steve’s head.”
― Tana French, The Trespasser

“Losing one’s parents causes an immense shift in perspective. It brought home to me the value of their presence within my life, on a much broader scale than I had ever understood it before: the value of being rooted within a greater story than one’s own. I became acutely aware, for the first time, just what I had deprived you of. As soon as I reached that realization, I began looking for you.”
― Tana French, The Trespasser

“Breslin gives me his wise-teacher smile, which is kind and crinkly and would make me feel warm all over if I was dumber than a bag of hair.”
― Tana French, The Trespasser

“Normally my run leaves me feeling like nothing but long muscles streaming with strength able and beckoning for more, anything, bring it on. That feeling is what gets me through my shift. Today the strength is nowhere. I'm lurching like a flabby first-timer; my legs drag like they're wrapped in wet sandbags, my arms flop and my breathing can't find a rhythm. I push harder, till my chest feels like it's ripping and a thick red seethes up over my eyes. I hang on to a lamppost, doubled over, waiting for it to clear.”
― Tana French, The Trespasser

“What-if-maybe crap is for weak people. It belongs to the ones who don't have the strength to make actual situations go their way, so they have to hide away in daydreams where they can play at controlling what comes next. And that makes them even weaker.”
― Tana French, The Trespasser

“If you want to kill someone, have enough respect for my time to make it someone, anyone, other than the most gobsmackingly obvious person in the world. One”
― Tana French, The Trespasser

“Я живу внутри собственной шкуры. Ничто из того, что происходит снаружи, не может изменить того, что у меня внутри. И как по мне, так это не причина для гордости. Насколько я понимаю, это базисное требование, чтобы называться взрослым человеком, где-то между умением чистить зубы и знанием, как поменять рулон туалетной бумаги. Все эти идиоты с сайтов, которые молят, чтобы пришел кто-то и подтянул им штанишки, вызывают у меня приступы тошноты”
― Tana French, The Trespasser

“Никто не нуждается в отношениях. То, что действительно нужно, — немного здравого смысла, чтобы это понять, немотря на всю чушь, которую вываливают масс-медиа, взахлеб кричащие, что сами по себе вы ничего не значите и если вы с этим не согласны, то вы урод. Правда заключается в том, что если вы ничего из себя не представляете без кого-то другого, то вы вообще ничего из себя не представляете. И это относится не только к романтическим отношениям. Я люблю мою ма, я люблю своих друзей, люблю искренне и сильно. Если ради кого-то из них мне нужно будет отдать почку или свернуть несколько шей, я сделаю это, не задаваясь лишними вопросами. Но если все они завтра уйдут из моей жизни, помахав на прощанье, я останусь такой же, какой и была”
― Tana French, The Trespasser