The Last Child Quotes

“She turned the water scalding hot and scrubbed her face until it hurt, but the eyes still looked wrong. She tore off her clothes and stepped into the shower; but it was not enough.
The dirt was on the inside.”
― John Hart, The Last Child

“Lightening falls, all you can do is- pray God that it doesn't fall on you.”
― John Hart, The Last Child

“For a year, Johnny lived the new, brutal truth that he was on his own.
But that's the way it was. What had been concrete one day proved sand the next; strength was illusion; faith meant shit. So what? So his once-bright world had devolved to cold, wet fog. That was life, the new order. Johnny had nothing to trust but himself, so that's the way he rolled - his path, his choices, and no looking back.”
― John Hart, The Last Child

“Disgust was an organ in Hunt's gut. The more he thought about it, the more it churned.”
― John Hart, The Last Child

“The”
― John Hart, The Last Child

“sympathetic. “Look, Clyde. We never found Alyssa. And the way this case has unfolded . . . people are asking questions.” “About what?”
― John Hart, The Last Child

“This man knocked on the wrong door.” A perfect silence, Hunt’s heart swelling with respect. “This man died looking for his daughter.”
― John Hart, The Last Child

“This was not about being a cop. This was about friendship. It was about faith and trust and the sharp, hot burn that kindled at the thought of the Chief’s betrayal.”
― John Hart, The Last Child

“Cedar,” he said. “Pine. Spruce. Laurel.” “Yeah. So?” “They’re supposed to be sacred.” He touched them again, each in turn. “Wisdom. Strength. Courage. Perseverance. You’re supposed to burn them.”
― John Hart, The Last Child

“The world is what it is, unjust and tragic and full of crying shames. Don’t hate me for it.”
― John Hart, The Last Child

“God did not care about people in pain. Not the little ones. There was no such thing as justice, retribution, or community; neighbors did not help neighbors and the meek would not inherit the earth. All of that was bullshit. The church, the cops, his mother—none of them could make it right, none of them had the power. For a year, Johnny had lived the new, brutal truth that he was on his own.”
― John Hart, The Last Child

“What had been concrete one day proved sand the next; strength was illusion; faith meant shit. So what? So his once-bright world had devolved to cold, wet fog. That was life, the new order. Johnny had nothing to trust but himself, so that’s the way he rolled—his path, his choices, and no looking back.”
― John Hart, The Last Child

“It was a good memory, so he drove it down, crushed it. It only made things harder.”
― John Hart, The Last Child

“He learned early that there was no safe place, not the backyard or the playground, not the front porch or the quiet road that grazed the edge of town. No safe place, and no one to protect you. Childhood was illusion.”
― John Hart, The Last Child

“he was a little dark, a little private, Hunt was okay”
― John Hart, The Last Child