Michael Callahan Quotes & Sayings

It was one thing to be called pretty; it was a true compliment to be called smart. — Michael Callahan

Vivian had found trouble early and often, and discovered that instead of it scaring her, it only made her feel more alive. — Michael Callahan

...she would have walked all the way up to East Sixty-Third Street, and probably 163rd Street, if it meant pouring even more into this memory that wasn't a memory. — Michael Callahan

Carnality was a dangerous pasttime. — Michael Callahan

Girls don't come to the Barbizon for answers, Laura... They come to find out what questions they need to be asking. — Michael Callahan

You are an old soul, fortunately housed in very lovely wrapping. — Michael Callahan

It's like she's made of steel, yet the most lovely, beautiful steel ever crafted. There's something always lingering just beneath the surface when you look at her - a sense of mystery and sex, of all the weapons one can use to be a truly compelling woman. — Michael Callahan

..allegation[s] of flirting dripping from his lips like drops from a leaky faucet. — Michael Callahan

Love had to be deeper than that, than a glance over tea, which was indicative but not dispositive. — Michael Callahan

She'd spent enough time trying to read the tea leaves of his heart. — Michael Callahan

I risked my heart on you and lost. Can you honestly say you did the same? — Michael Callahan

Remember: There's a reason the fairy godmother gave Cinderella two glass slippers. — Michael Callahan

He was right: not about her playing him, or about her laughing at him, but certainly about her carelessness, about her casual disregard for how he would feel if he found out, and about the stunning lack of depth it exposed in her character. — Michael Callahan

She hadn't really known Box; it turned out perhaps she hadn't really known Vivian, either. Maybe nobody really knew anybody. — Michael Callahan

You look down on us... you think you're so much smarter than we are. When the only thing you really are is younger and luckier. — Michael Callahan

That's what novels are: They're amalgams of archetypes, collections of random traits one observes in other people through life, blended into fresh characters. — Michael Callahan

They'd lived their lives on tightropes, never knowing where the next paycheck was coming from or if one was coming at all, their personal lives a mishmash of backstage affairs and dressing room brawls endured for the brief heady adrenaline rush brought by the orchestra's overture and glare of white lights. — Michael Callahan