“I can't remember coming across a more precise evocation of innocence lost since Golding's The Lord of the Flies. With The Death of Sweet Mister, Daniel Woodrell has written his masterpiece-spare, dark, and incandescently beautiful. It broke my heart.” HeartI CanBeautifulRememberLostDarkLordWrittenSweetMy HeartBrokeInnocenceSparesPreciseMasterpieceBroke My Heart Author:Dennis Lehane
“He wanted to ask her what sound a heart made when it broke from pleasure, when just the sight of someone filled you the way food, blood, and air never could, when you felt as if you'd been born for only one moment and this, for whatever reason, was it.” IfsWayLoveHeartMadeReasonMomentsWantedAsksFeltSoundBornPleasureAirBloodSightFilledBroke Author:Dennis Lehane
“And often the worst thing wasn't the victims--they were dead, after all, and beyond any more pain. The worst thing was those who loved them and survived them. Often the walking dead from now on, shell-shocked, hearts ruptured, stumbling through the remainder of their lives without anything left inside of them but blood and organs, impervious to pain, having learned nothing except that the worst things did, in fact, sometimes happen. (Mystic River)” HeartSometimesFactsHappensPainLeftBloodWorstWalkingRiversVictimOrgansShellsSurvivedWorst ThingsShockedMysticStumblingImperviousWalking Dead Author:Dennis Lehane
“Grief, I swear to God, doesn't live in the heart. It lives in the senses. And sometimes, all I want to do is cut off my nose so I can't smell her, hack my fingers off at the joint.” WantHeartI CanSometimesGriefCuttingFingersSmellSensesNosesSwearJointsHacksSwear To God Author:Dennis Lehane
“My daughter squealed again and both Bubba and I winced. It’s not an attractive sound, that. It’s high-pitched and it enters your ear canals like hot glass. No matter how much I love my daughter, I will never love her squealing. Or maybe I will. Maybe I do. Driving down 93, I realized once and for all, that I love the things that chafe. The things that fill me with stress so total I can’t remember when a block of it didn’t rest on top of my heart. I love what, if broken, can’t be repaired. What, if lost can’t be replaced. I love my burdens.” IfsHeartI CanMatterRememberLostSoundBrokenMy HeartDaughterEarsStressHotGlassesBurdenI RealizedDrivingBlockAttractiveWhat IfMy DaughterReplacedRemember WhenCanalsBubbaLove My DaughterI Love My DaughterSquealing Author:Dennis Lehane
“The brain controls pain. It controls fear. Sleep. Empathy. Hunger. Everything we associate with the heart or the soul or the nervous system is actually controlled by the brain. Everything. What if you could control it?” IfsHeartSoulPainSleepBrainEmpathyHungerNervousWhat IfControlledAssociatesNervous System Author:Dennis Lehane
