Robert Liparulo Quotes & Sayings

Xander let the full extent of his misery show on his face for his mother. She gave his knee a shake, sharing his misery. She was good that way. "Give it some time," she whispered. "You'll make new friends and find new things to do. Wait and see. — Robert Liparulo

You clobber Death when he's breathing in your ear and see how you feel about the club. — Robert Liparulo

He loved his job, which allowed time to do it without comparing his performance to others'. He loved the economics of death: hastening a person's passage into the afterlife not only provided him with a good living: it gave work to coroners, beat cops, detectives, crime scene technicians, the people who made fingerprint powder and luminal and other sundry chemicals and devices - not to mention firearm, ammunition, coffin, and tissue manufacturers - obituary writers, crime reporters, novelists. — Robert Liparulo

Oh, Ed!" Mom exclaimed. "It's a Victorian. — Robert Liparulo

If we didn't have strong feelings, how could we love or fight? When our flesh is cut, we bleed. When our heart is broken, we cry. There's nothing wrong with that. It only becomes a problem when it gets in the way of what you have to do. You can't crumble when others are counting on you. — Robert Liparulo

Xander could sense more than David's smile. He wished he could be more like that, easygoing. But then, David hadn't seen what Xander had seen. — Robert Liparulo

The road simply ended. No cul-de-sac. No sign like the ones they had seen before: "Private Property. No Trespassing." Or "No Motorized Vehicles Beyond This Point." Just road ... then trees. — Robert Liparulo

The second round of toast popped up behind David. He said, I don't know what destiny feels like, but if this is it, I don't like it. I want to un-destiny this place from my life. — Robert Liparulo

Let there be light!" said God, and there was light! "Let there be blood!" says man, and there's a sea! - Lord Byron, Don Juan — Robert Liparulo

A dingy emblem on the door depicted a little boy peeing into a pot. The rest of the bar was equally drab and tasteless. Dim bulbs behind red-tasseled lamp shades barely illuminated each of a dozen maroon vinyl booths, which marched along one wall toward the murky front windows. Chipped Formica tables anchored the booths in place. Opposite the row of booths was a long, scarred wooden bar with uncomfortable-looking stools. Behind the bar, sitting on glass shelves in front of a cloudy mirror, were endless rows of bottles, each looking as forlorn as the folks for whom they waited.
He caught the strong odors of liquor and tobacco smoke, and the weaker scents of cleaning chemicals and vomit. In one of the booths , two heads bobbed with the movement of mug-clenching fists. A scrawny bartender with droopy eyelids picked his teeth with a swizzle stick and chatted quietly with a woman seated at the bar. Otherwise the bar was empty. — Robert Liparulo

If you can't turn off your thoughts, who cares how soft your pillow is?
- David King — Robert Liparulo

Hope is a merciless tormentor. It's the sound of trickling water to parched lips. The prospect of love to the unlovable. A miracle cure to the parents of a dying child. It holds up victory over the inevitable and beckons us to crawl further over slicing shards, all the while pulling back, remaining just out of reach. It makes agony out of mere pain by pretending a different outcome could have been. It laughs at mankind's embrace of it after millennia of disappointment. — Robert Liparulo

The killer," the old man said. "He's still there. He doesn't want them in the house. — Robert Liparulo

Donnelley was lifting his shirt away from the torn flesh in his side. He was cranked around, trying to assess the damage in the muck-spotted mirror. To Vero, he looked like an expressionist painting in which all the objects were the same color of too-vivid red: the shirt, the hands holding the shirt, the belt bassing through pant loops. At the center of it all was the thing that corrupted its surroundings with its own gruesome color - a wound. — Robert Liparulo

Definitely not a Gertrude. — Robert Liparulo

Life is short, no use wasting it with bad people. — Robert Liparulo

Nothing but trees. — Robert Liparulo

Jerel Law has crafted a fantastic story that will leave every reader wanting more. Stop looking for the next great read in fantasy fiction for young readers-you've found it! — Robert Liparulo

What good is the present if you cannot change the future? — Robert Liparulo

Tendrils of mist slithered over the forest floor, around the base of trees. Xander noticed that some of it had climbed the porch pillars and drifted, almost invisibly, over the shingles of the porch roof. It reminded him of an old TV series Dean's dad had bought on DVD: Dark Shadows. It was about a creepy old house and a vampire who lived there. Barnabas, Xander remembered. — Robert Liparulo

He stepped fully into the house. The air inside was cool on his skin. He turned, expecting the front door to close on its own. But it stayed open, as it was supposed to. He shook his head, chiding himself for letting an old house spook him. He walked into the kitchen. Behind him, the front door slammed shut. — Robert Liparulo

To you, death does not simply end life. It steals away the sunsets you'll never see, the children you'll never hold, the wife you'll never love. It's frightening to almost lose your future, and it's heartbreaking to witness death snuff out other people's tomorrows. — Robert Liparulo

Live to fight another day was an expression that did not take nto account the loved one who would die because you didn't continue fighting today. — Robert Liparulo

Bravery is not the absence of fear but the forging ahead despite being afraid — Robert Liparulo

The old man said, " The house is talking to us." "What's it saying?" David said. Jesse said, "It's hungry. — Robert Liparulo

Little boy and little girl.I don't know how old. Sweetest family in the world, of you listen to the old folks around here." Xander was stunned. "And nobody knows what happened to them?"
"Some say they high-tailed it to Europe." She raised her eyebrows at him. "Most believe he took them somewhere and killed them. Then took his own life."
Dad forced a smile. "Just old rumors," he said. — Robert Liparulo

I don't know ... just a feeling, like in ... " Xander thought for a moment. "Star Wars. You know, when Han Solo says, 'I've got a bad feeling about this'? — Robert Liparulo

It'd be like a combination lock. Every new portal would make the number of possible worlds she could have gone to increase exponentially. — Robert Liparulo

He lowered his eyes to his dad's face. There was fear there. Fear. When your dad was frightened, there was something to be frightened about. — Robert Liparulo

If I guess your secret, will you tell me if I'm right? His father laughed but didn't answer. — Robert Liparulo

Knowledge was like candy: you never turned it down, especially if you didn't have to work too hard to get it. — Robert Liparulo

David!" Xander yelled, because he had to yell something. His eyes snapped back to the figure in the upstairs doorway, but it was gone. "What do you want?" David asked.
"I ... were you just upstairs?"
"I haven't looked up there yet."
"But I just saw you up there. — Robert Liparulo