Evan Buckley Quotes

The invigorating energy in fresh-cut grass and cool, crisp chlorine filled Wendell’s nostrils as they lounged by the pool in Evan’s back yard. Looking past the back fence the wild grass bowed to the playful persuasion of the warm summer breeze and the corn lilies and columbines bounced their jeweled heads, laughing and teasing butterflies. Even the Cooper’s hawk atop a nearby fence post, content with feasting on a woodpecker knew, it was a perfect day.

On little evidence, Christopher Buckley assured us that Obama possessed “a first-class temperament and a first-class intellect.” For some, proof of Obama’s godhead became almost physical — a “perfectly creased pant” for David Brooks, a tingling leg for Chris Matthews. For Evan Thomas he was a “sort of God”; for one blue-chip historian he was the smartest man with the highest IQ ever running for the presidency. And on and on, as huge crowds acted as if they were watching Paul McCartney on tour in 1966. After the election, there was real apprehension that the country might not make it for the two and a half months until an elected Obama could take power.

Cases in which the unvarnished truth really was the only option—even though a predictable and negative response was guaranteed.

ideas about what might have happened,

He could easily imagine a lifetime of regrets, catching you unawares when you least expect it, haunting you in the small hours of the night.

talk to

hell

him off a couple of blocks away so his mother wouldn’t find out. Which also meant nobody else really knew it was going on.’ ‘Did he have an alibi?’ ‘Nothing we were able to check. He said he went for a drive that afternoon because it was such a beautiful day. He showed us a receipt for gas, but

I’m calling the police right now.’ He turned back towards the office, paused again when Evan didn’t move. ‘You hear me?’ Evan heard him, he wasn’t deaf. Wet and cold, feeling slimy, but not deaf. It was now or never. He hated this.

More than a few as well by the look—and smell—of things.’ Evan let out a long, weary breath at the relentless jibes. His head was pounding,

distressed, poor thing, she didn’t think to go into his study and remove the evidence that pointed to her starring role in this sorry little tale.’ Evan sat there completely dumbfounded, unable to think clearly, although one thought

that we found your business card,’ Ryder continued. He made business card sound dirty too, as if it was one of the ones you saw pinned up in public phone booths

Probable impossibilities are to be preferred to improbable possibilities. Do you know who said that?’ ‘No.’ It sounded