Desert Places Quotes

“Some people find the cravenness to lose entire years of their childhood. They tuck things into their subconscious so that it only eats them away a little at a time, in small, painless bites.”
― Blake Crouch, Desert Places

“adrenaline-fueled nightmare, which moved so fast I had to hold onto the book with both hands. But underneath all that intensity beat the heart of a damn fine writer. Someone who could turn a phrase, slip in some subtext, make the reader really care. Desert Places will give you nightmares. But it will also move you in ways you didn’t expect. How much do I admire his”
― Blake Crouch, Desert Places

“Cause it’s impossible for someone to go through life without repeatedly falling in love.”
― Blake Crouch, Desert Places

“declivitous hillside”
― Blake Crouch, Desert Places

“pantry, another a storage space for gas, bottled water, and a substantial coil of rope. Besides, I’d have heard him banging around in the dark. I walked out of his bedroom.”
― Blake Crouch, Desert Places

“stepped forward into the red darkness, squinting at the corners in the kitchen and the living room, straining to detect the slightest pin drop of sound—a noisy breath or a clamorous heart that pounded like mine.”
― Blake Crouch, Desert Places

“bottoms with snowflakes on them. I know, it’s awful. HW: Misconceptions about people who graduated from UNC? BC: That if by”
― Blake Crouch, Desert Places

“under the name Jack Kilborn. It’s called Afraid, and I think it’s one of the best pieces of horror fiction to come out in recent memory. HW: Work”
― Blake Crouch, Desert Places

“It’s funny. I don’t remember forgetting”
― Blake Crouch, Desert Places

“He described a diabolical raspberry-chocolate soufflé, but it was late,”
― Blake Crouch, Desert Places

“YOU ARE THE ONLY FLOWER OF MEDITATION IN THE WILDERNESS.”
― Blake Crouch, Desert Places

“Could turn a phrase, slip in some subtext, make the reader really care.   Desert Places will give you nightmares. But it will also move you in ways you didn’t expect.   How much do I admire his work? After I became a fan, I sought Blake out and we’ve worked together on several projects, with more planned for the future.”
― Blake Crouch, Desert Places

“Greetings. There is a body buried on your property, covered in your blood. The unfortunate young lady’s name is Rita Jones. You’ve seen this missing school-teacher’s face on the news, I’m sure. In her jeans pocket you’ll find a slip of paper with a phone number on it. You have one day to call that number. If I have not heard from you by 8:00 P.M. tomorrow (5/17), the Charlotte Police Department will receive an anonymous phone call. I’ll tell them where Rita Jones is buried on Andrew Thomas’s lakefront property, how he killed her, and where the murder weapon can be found in his house. (I do believe a paring knife is missing from your kitchen.) I hope for your sake I don’t have to make that call. I’ve placed a property marker on the grave site. Just walk along the shoreline toward the southern boundary of your property and you’ll find it. I strongly advise against going to the police, as I am always watching you.”
― Blake Crouch, Desert Places

“I make a phone call, and you spend the rest of your life in prison, possibly death row.”
― Blake Crouch, Desert Places

“Greetings. There is a body buried on your property, covered in your blood. The unfortunate young lady’s name is Rita Jones.”
― Blake Crouch, Desert Places

“Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Julian “Cannonball” Adderley, Paul Chambers, Bill Evans, and Jimmy Cobb playing “All Blues,” a moody, blues form piece in 6/8, off the 1959 album Kind of Blue.”
― Blake Crouch, Desert Places

“I was aware of the self-deception, but man will do anything to live with himself.”
― Blake Crouch, Desert Places

“A tenet of stoicism advises to live according to your nature. If you try to be something you aren’t, you’ll self-destruct.”
― Blake Crouch, Desert Places

“That prick’s still your copyeditor?” “Yep. He’s such a dick.”
― Blake Crouch, Desert Places

“Rampant speculation ignited as the country fell in love with its own fear.”
― Blake Crouch, Desert Places