In Greek tragedy, they fall from great heights. In noir, they fall from the curb. Dennis Lehane More Quotes by Dennis Lehane More Quotes From Dennis Lehane Do you know the primary difference between men and gods? ... Gods don’t think they can become men Dennis Lehane differences men thinking I found that I could write two kinds of short stories: I could write very absurd, kind of surrealistic, funny stories; or I could write very dark, realistic - hyper-realistic - stories. I was never happy with that, because I couldn't meld the two. Dennis Lehane dark writing two Catch me on a good day, I think half of my books aren't too bad. Catch me on a bad day, I think I've never written a good line. Dennis Lehane good-day bad-day book Don't get me wrong, I love literary fiction. It's faux literary fiction I can't stand. Dennis Lehane faux i-can fiction I was not going to use writing for advertising or journalism. I would tend bar, load trucks, chauffeur - do whatever it took. But from the moment I took my first writing workshop, I was a writer. Dennis Lehane bars use writing 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. Dennis Lehane cutting grief heart What molds us is what maims us. Dennis Lehane mold It's good not only to realize that you can't please all of the people all of the time, but that you don't want to. There's a certain type of reader that you don't ever want to write for. Dennis Lehane want writing people If you are deemed insane, then all actions that would oherwise prove you are not do, in actuality, fall into the framework of an insane person’s actions. Your sound protests constitute denial. Your valid fears are deemed paranoia. Your survival instincts are labeled defense mechanisms. It’s a no-win situation. It’s a death penalty really. Dennis Lehane insane-person winning fall 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. Dennis Lehane heart beautiful sweet That's the thing about being a victim; you start to think it'll happen to you on a regular basis. It's living with the reality of your own vulnerability, and it sucks. Dennis Lehane victim reality thinking How am I supposed to let you go, that's all I'm asking. I want to hold you again, smell you, and, yes too, I just want you to fade. To please, please fade. Dennis Lehane smell asking want Everyone sees different things. Dennis Lehane different-things different ... scarred by wisdom she'd never asked for. Dennis Lehane She was afraid of all that and so much more, but what terrified her most was inside of her, an insect of unnatural intelligence who’d been living in her brain her entire life, playing with it, clicking across it, wrenching loose its cables on a whim. Dennis Lehane whim insects brain 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? Dennis Lehane pain sleep heart Charm was the luxury of those who still believed in the essential rightness of things. In purity and picket fences. Dennis Lehane luxury essentials purity Waking, after all, was an almost natal state. You surfaced without history, then spent the blinks and yawns reassembling your past, shuffling the shards into chronological order before fortifying yourself for the present. Dennis Lehane waking order past Believe it or not, Marshal, I believe in talk therapy, basic interpersonal skills. I have this radical idea that if you treat a patient with respect and listen to what he's trying to tell you, you just might reach him. (87) Dennis Lehane skills believe ideas We were supposed to grow old together, Dolores. Have kids. Take walks under old trees. I wanted to watch the lines etch themselves into your flesh and know when each and every one of them appeared. Die together. Dennis Lehane together tree kids
