When it came to the dark fuckery of the human heart, there seemed to be no limit.

“Thinking, Garraty thought. That’s the day’s business. Thinking. Thinking and is…”

“Well then, I'm going to tell you a secret almost every newspaper man and woman …”

“You're dead, George. You just don't have the sense to lie down.”

“It wasn't just love that held people together. There was secrets, and the price…”