Bottled Lightning Quotes

“She had that look again—taut jaw, pursed lips and angry eyes—the look her face assumed when her borderline personality had crossed the border.”
― L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning

“I’m sorry not to have been more communicative. Yes, it was work in Russia.” Just not ‘legal’ work, he thought with chagrin.”
― L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning

“All of these things, however, were but like methadone to a heroin addict. They only masked the withdrawal pains without satisfying the addiction. So even as they tried truly to break up many times, they always found their way back to each other.”
― L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning

“To describe Mayumi’s demeanor towards Kiwako as frosty would be like describing an ice age as minor climate change.”
― L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning

“He sped up. The right mirror was the first to go, then the left, followed by angry honking from the cars his mirrors hit as he threaded the needle between the narrow lanes.”
― L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning

“The attendant pointed out that the bones were in very good shape and so many of them had survived cremation because the deceased was relatively young and healthy. Torn almost rolled his eyes. We could do without the biology lesson.”
― L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning

“It was muddy from all the rain. A few gray wooden houses on both sides and one old, tired store lined the road. Two dark mangy stray dogs, shivering in the damp cold, wandered the street and a few crows sat in the dead trees, waiting for who knew what.”
― L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning

“It’s far more reliable than solar or wind power, which depend on mother nature, who is notoriously fickle; sometimes the sun don’t shine and the wind don’t blow.”
― L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning

“They usually didn’t know I was half-Japanese. But you know how it is. No matter where you go, you don’t quite fit in. But it is fun to be able to slip in and out of two such completely different cultures seamlessly like a shapeshifter.”
― L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning

“That must be Bogrov,” Alexei said as he put on a black ski mask. Laughing, he tossed one to Torn. “Don’t worry, it’s clean. Let me do the talking. This is how we take depositions in the Wild Wild East!”
― L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning

“After purifying himself he walked through a small red gate to the shrine, dropped a goen, or five yen coin, the Japanese word for which also means good luck, into the wooden collection box in front of the shrine.”
― L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning

“Kumakura’s use of the word sensei, reserved for professionals, including doctors and lawyers, but which Japanese doctors tried to reserve to themselves, was tacit acknowledgment that Kumakura knew the hierarchy had changed.”
― L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning

“And when I first did judo with them, they were much stronger and always dragged me off the mats and threw me down on the surrounding concrete floor or on the wooden veranda outside. I got so scared that I would actually shake before each practice. But I just kept going back until I became so mean no one wanted to practice with me.”
― L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning

“How many languages do you speak, you barely monolingual prick?”
― L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning

“We’re at the crematorium having lunch,”—which struck Torn as a darkly funny thing to say—“but I’m glad you called.”
― L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning

“Torn was betwixt and between, but eventually realized the arrangement suited him quite well. He had the security of his long-term relationship with Yukie and the romance with Mayumi. Unfortunately, it took two women for him to get what he wanted from one.”
― L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning

“The young officer, looking like a deer caught in the headlights, stopped for a moment and then said, a bit shakily, “You’re under arrest.”
― L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning

“Cars slowed to a crawl as drivers rubber-necked to watch her ride by. She was a glamorous hazard to traffic safety.”
― L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning

“Too late. Torn’s rear tire hit the perennial wet spot from a leak in the tunnel ceiling. Rookie mistake. When the back wheel hydroplaned on the wet surface, he felt the sickening feelings of sliding and weightlessness as he started to separate from the bike.”
― L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning