Dark of the Moon Quotes

“There was an old joke about a small town: a real small town meant that you didn’t have to use the turn signals on your car, because anybody behind you already knew where you were going…”
― John Sandford, Dark Of The Moon

“They were the rumors that might follow any rich man who stayed to himself, Virgil thought, and who at the same time was thoroughly hated.”
― John Sandford, Dark Of The Moon

“You know anything about farms?” “Worked on one, up in Marshall,” Virgil said. “One of the big corporate places owned by Hostess. Harvest time, I’d be out picking Ding Dongs and Ho Hos—we didn’t do Twinkies; those were mostly up along the Red River. We’d box them up, ship them off to the 7-Elevens. Hard work, but honest. I used the money to buy BBs, so I could feed my family. Most of the local workers have been pushed out by illegals, now.”
― John Sandford, Dark Of The Moon

“My personal belief is that Job is the key book in the Bible,” Virgil said. “The question of why God allows evil to exist.” Feur leaned forward, intent on the point: “Job talks of the world as it is. Revelation tells us what is coming. I’m not entirely of this world, Mr. Flowers; not entirely. Some of this world has been burned out of me.” Virgil said, “We’re all entirely of this world, Reverend. You’re just like anybody else, going to and fro on the earth, and walking up and down on it.” Feur was smiling at him, then shook his head once and said to Trevor, “Show Mr. Flowers to the door. And give him one of our booklets about the niggers.”
― John Sandford, Dark Of The Moon

“You mean, we should only beat up young people?” Davenport asked. “There are as many old assholes as there are young ones. Especially since the boomers got old.”
― John Sandford, Dark Of The Moon

“This boy’s been married so often he’s got rice burns on his face.”
― John Sandford, Dark Of The Moon

“VIRGIL HUNG UP and said to Stryker, “We started a prairie fire, boy. You’re gonna be a hero.” “Either that, or I’ll be a farmer again,”
― John Sandford, Dark Of The Moon

“father.”
― John Sandford, Dark Of The Moon

“lights of the Jesus”
― John Sandford, Dark Of The Moon

“He believes he’s the only real soul in an ocean of puppets.”
― John Sandford, Dark Of The Moon

“sixty miles north of Bluestem, as the crow flies, or eighty miles, if the crow were driving a pickup.”
― John Sandford, Dark Of The Moon

“Should Virgil grow a mustache, he’d look like everybody else, Virgil thought: a monoculture of German-Scandinavian white people, now getting a little salsa poured on it, to the great relief of everyone.”
― John Sandford, Dark Of The Moon

“at the end of a five-year round of silliness, decided he didn’t want to be a four-time loser, so he stopped getting married”
― John Sandford, Dark Of The Moon

“Who?” “Bill Judd Jr.” “Oh, noooo.” Round, Swedish oooo’s. “Miz Sweet, when we were going through Judd Sr.’s office, we found some invoices on your computer, for chemicals that were apparently used in an ethanol plant out in South Dakota…” “I heard about it on TV. That was the same one? The one where they were making drugs?” “Yes, it was,” Virgil said. “Oh, nooo.” The sound was driving him crazy; she sounded like a bad comedian. “Who in town knew about the ethanol plant?” She turned her face to one side and put a hand to her lips. “Well, the Judds, of course.” “Both of them?” Virgil asked. “Well…Junior set it up, but Senior knew about it.” He pressed. “Are you sure about that?” “Well, yes. He signed the checks.” “Did you see him signing the checks?” Virgil asked. “No, but I saw the checks. It was his signature…” “Do you remember the bank?” She shook her head. “No, no, I don’t.” She frowned. “I’m not even sure that the bank name was on the checks.” “Did you ever talk to Junior about that?” “No. It wasn’t my business,” she said. “They wanted to keep it quiet, because, you know, when ethanol started, it sounded a little like the Jerusalem artichoke thing. The Judds were involved in that, of course.” “So how quiet did they keep it?” Virgil asked. “Who else knew? Did you tell anybody?” He saw it coming, the noooo. “Oh, noooo…Junior told me, don’t talk about this, because of my father. So, I didn’t.” “Not to anybody?” Her eyes drifted. She was thinking, which meant that she had. “It’s possible…my sister, I might have told. I think there might have been some word around town.” “It’s really important that you remember…” She put her hand to her temple, as though she were going to move a paper clip with telekinesis, and said, “I might have mentioned it at bridge. At our bridge club. That a plant was being built, and some local people were involved.” “All right,” Virgil said. “So who was at the bridge club?” “Well, let me see, there would have been nine or ten of us…” She listed them; he only recognized one of the names. WHEN HE WAS DONE with Sweet, he strolled up the hill to the newspaper office. He pushed in, and found Williamson behind the business counter, talking to a woman customer. Williamson looked past the woman and snapped, “What do you want?” “I have a question, when you’re free.” “Wait.” Williamson was wearing a T-shirt and had sweat stains under his arms, as though he’d been lifting rocks. “Take just a minute.” The customer was trying to dump her Beanie Baby collection locally—ten years too late, in Virgil’s opinion—and wanted the cheapest possible advertisement. She got twenty words for six dollars, looking back and forth between Virgil and Williamson, and after writing a check for the amount, said to Virgil, “I’d love to hear your question.” Virgil looked at her over his sunglasses and grinned: “I’d love to have you, but I’m afraid it’s gotta be private, for the moment.” “Shoot.” She looked at Williamson, who shrugged, and she said, “Oh, well.” WHEN SHE’D GONE out the door, Williamson said, “I’m working. You can ask me out back.” “You still pissed about the search?”
― John Sandford, Dark Of The Moon

“By Christmas, like most freshmen, he was done with religion, and he mooched around campus with a copy of The Stranger under his arm, hoping to impress women with long dark hair and mysteries that needed to be solved.”
― John Sandford, Dark Of The Moon

“Atheists, he came to believe, generally worked in man-made cubes, with blackboards and computers and fast food. They didn’t believe in wonders because they never saw any.”
― John Sandford, Dark Of The Moon

“How’n the hell they find anything in there?”
― John Sandford, Dark Of The Moon

“fuckin”
― John Sandford, Dark Of The Moon

“sued, but the”
― John Sandford, Dark Of The Moon