Sullivan's Crossing Quotes

Sullivan had her Crucifix Soldier and now I have mine. No. I am the soldier. Teacup is the cross.

So,” Royce said, “you want us to escape from this prison, kidnap the king, cross the countryside with him in tow while dodging soldiers who I assume might not accept our side of the story, and go to another secret prison so that he can visit an inmate?” Arista did not appear amused. “Either that, or you can be tortured to death in four hours.” “Sounds like a really good plan to me,” Hadrian declared.“Royce?” “I like any plan where I don’t die a horrible death.

The claw slipped again. It came off the edge of the stone and Hadrian felt his stomach rise as he fell. He dropped less than two stories and landed in a thick pile of straw, but it still hurt. With the wind knocked from him, he lay staring up at the sky and the wall. Royce’s shadow crossed his face. “That was pathetic.” “You’re enjoying this a little too much for me to think you’re honestly trying to help.” “Trust me. I want you to improve. I want you to fall from much higher up.

Just living is not enough... One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower. —Hans Christian Andersen

My best advice is this - by the time you meet your Maker, and may it be a long, long time from now, I hope you can close your eyes on a life where you did your damn best and tried your damn hardest. It's not winning that's really winning. It's never giving up.

Honesty and transparency make you vulnerable. Be honest and transparent anyway. —Mother Teresa

He wore a strong aftershave that came into a room before him, announced itself loudly, then refused to leave.

Dear Claire, "What" and "If" are two words as non-threatening as words can be. But put them together side-by-side and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life: What if? What if? What if? I don't know how your story ended but if what you felt then was true love, then it's never too late. If it was true then, why wouldn't it be true now? You need only the courage to follow your heart. I don't know what a love like Juliet's feels like - love to leave loved ones for, love to cross oceans for but I'd like to believe if I ever were to feel it, that I will have the courage to seize it. And, Claire, if you didn't, I hope one day that you will. All my love, Juliet

Every life is a journey filled with crossroads. And then there are the bridges, those truly frightening choices that span what always was, from what will forever be. Finding the courage, or stupidity, to cross such bridges changes everything

My favorite prayer is, ‘Dear God. I’ll pedal if You’ll steer.

People tend to treat a miscarriage like a heavy period but it’s a death. You lost your baby. You have to take time to grieve.

I’ll do whatever you say, Cassie,” he says helplessly. His eyes shine brighter than the stars overhead. “I understand why you have to go. If it were you inside that camp, I would go. A hundred thousand Silencers couldn’t stop me.” He presses his lips against my ear and whispers low and fierce, as if he’s sharing the most important secret in the world, which maybe he is. “It’s hopeless. And it’s stupid. It’s suicidal. But love is a weapon they have no answer for. They know how you think, but they can’t know what you feel.” Not we. They. A threshold has been crossed, and he isn’t stupid. He knows it’s the kind you can’t cross back over.

Dear God. I’ll pedal if You’ll steer.

To find yourself, think for yourself. —Socrates

Life was precious and not to be taken for granted,

Just be what you are and speak from your guts and heart—it’s all a man has. —Hubert Humphrey

person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.

The secret is learning to accept people as they are, not as you wish them to be.

the only thing worse than an innocent man going to prison for a murder he didn’t commit, is the fact that the real culprit is still walking around free,

They were destined to live their lives leaving no discernible mark on anyone or anything.

money can’t buy love. Love buys love. And hard work is admirable. But loss is inescapable.

Life is thickly sown with thorns, and I know no other remedy than to pass quickly through them. The longer we dwell on our misfortunes, the greater is their power to harm us. —Voltaire

The more contempt you give to those who suffer, you noblemen, the greater their cross becomes. They live an eternal life of slavery to you. And you view this life of slavery to be good, as it is their ‘use’!

So,” Royce said, “you want us to escape from this prison, kidnap the king, cross the countryside with him in tow while dodging soldiers who I assume might not accept our side of the story, and go to another secret prison so that he can visit an inmate?

Just when she started to feel she was with a man who could carry his weight, he confessed that he was nuts and had to work on his issues by trotting over the mountains. Boy, could she pick ’em. Whatever saint was in charge of her love life was terrible at it.

They watched each other, staring across the green. Royce walked forward, crossing the distance between them in silence. Two ghosts meeting at a crossroad. “It’s been a while—Esra is it? Or should I call you Mr. Haddon?” The man tilted his head, lifting his eyes. “I am delighted to see you as well, Royce.” “How do you know my name?” “I’m a wizard, or did you miss that from our last meeting?” Royce paused and smiled. “You know, you’re right; I might have. Perhaps you should write it down for me lest I forget again.” Esrahaddon raised an eyebrow. “That’s a bit harsh.

Chapter 16

It’s not what you get in life that will make you whole, but what you give.

My best advice is this—by the time you meet your Maker, and may it be a long, long time from now, I hope you can close your eyes on a life where you did your damn best and tried your damn hardest. It’s not winning that’s really winning. It’s never giving up.

Kindness in words creates confidence. Kindness in thinking creates profoundness. Kindness in giving creates love. —LAO TZU

consequences of any misfortune.

Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul. —Augustine of Hippo

It's not what you get in life that will make you whole, but what you give.

Lloyd didn’t compensate his corner boys as well as Austin did his team. He was flashy and stingy as hell, but the only niggas who were really making money were his top leaders. He didn’t understand that you could build a loyal team by making sure that every single person in your operation was making more money than they’d ever make by double crossing you.

Never did he think he would fear any man to the point that he would double-cross Black, the most feared gangster in the area, but here he was about to turn bitch and tell any and everything he ever thought he knew about Black; whatever it is that Trigga wanted to know.

If you stay away from the wrong foods you’ll live longer,” Maggie reminded him. “I probably won’t. But it’ll damn sure seem longer.” Cal

The radio played, barely audible, as the newsreader continued unperturbed. ‘…Cross border delays are expected to increase even more from this Saturday the ninth of June, as major road works commence on the La Linea approach roads…’ As she raised a glass of orange juice to her lips, a blood-curdling scream rang out from deep within the house. A blue rock thrush, momentarily perched on the terrace walls, took flight as the glass of orange fell from the the

Their voices rose as one to the vaulted ceiling, which then distributed the sound into every corner of the church like a divine Dolby surround sound system.

Applications treating data as code is the root cause of almost every major class of vulnerability. Cross-site scripting happens when applications treat data as HTML or script. SQL injection happens when applications treat data as SQL. Buffer overflows happen when applications treat data as assembly code.

May I ask why not?’ ‘You may,’ he said and duly waited for her to do so. ‘Why not?’ she asked finally.

entered the bothy,

I am not sending U.S. troops to Ukraine,” Biden said to Sullivan as the two sat alone in the Oval Office. This was his firm position, his red line not to be crossed—no American troops. U.S. troops in Vietnam had led to catastrophe. The same problem in Afghanistan when Biden as vice president had unsuccessfully opposed adding 30,000 troops.

He who is outside the door has already a good part of his journey behind him. —Dutch proverb

Greg Sullivan better hope he never crosses my path,” Aunt Janice declared. “I’ll take a tire iron to him.” Nic grinned. That was no idle talk. Aunt Janice would do it.

Reaching a bench, he dismounted and tied Dancer to the arm. “Are you intending to be a student here?” one of the older boys asked, looking him over. Hadrian got the impression from the wrinkled nose that the student didn’t approve. The boy had a haughty tone for someone so young, small, and weaponless. “I’m here to see a man by the name of Arcadius.” “ Professor Arcadius is in Glen Hall.” “Which one of these…” He looked up at the columned buildings that appeared even taller with his feet on the grass. “The big one,” the boy said. Hadrian almost chuckled, wondering which ones the boy thought were small. The student pointed to the hall with the bell tower. “Ah … thanks.” “You didn’t answer me. Do you expect to attend this school?” “Naw-already graduated.” The young man looked stunned. “From Sheridan?” Hadrian shook his head and grinned. “Different school. Easier to get into but literally murder to pass. Hey, watch my horse, will you? But be careful-she bites.” He left the boy and three others standing bewildered by the bench, watching him cross to the big doors of Glen Hall.

I’m going to change clothes.” Ethan lay down on the bed, one arm behind his head, ankles crossed. “All right,” he said. “I’m ready.” “Dirty. Old. Man.

You shot me in the dick!” he screamed. “You shot me!” Well, that was fortuitous, she thought. She’d been aiming for his head.

There was a loud burst of laughter somewhere in the campground and Maggie looked around. A man wearing a backpack but no clothes was coming down the trail. He had excellent hiking boots on his feet, a straw hat on his head and that was all. His thing was swaying in the breeze.

All rise! The Honorable John Bestover White presiding.

What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us. —Ralph Waldo Emerson

Cal hated the tinfoil periods. His father hadn’t suffered continuous bouts of paranoia but when upsetting things happened in his world, he started covering things in foil to keep the radio waves from penetrating.

His father was as far away from the door as he could get. Jed peeked over the edge of the loft, a tinfoil cap on his head. Someday Cal was going to find out why so many schizophrenics during periods of paranoia adopted the same self-protective traits. Tinfoil? Hadn’t their fears evolved beyond the point they believed the superpowers couldn’t read their minds through household foil? It was almost as though there was collective thinking among this entire subculture.

She grabbed a roll of duct tape out of the store. Maggie loved duct tape—it cured almost everything shy of an aneurysm. She’d even seen a maintenance guy slapping it along the leading edge of the wing of a 757 once!

No one can live your life but you, Maggie. But if you find a way to use your talents to help people I think you’ll be happier.

Know how to make a small fortune?” Sully asked Frank. “Take a large fortune and put it into educating a neurosurgeon who decides to quit and sell picnic supplies.

Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads. —Henry David Thoreau

No man can, for any considerable time, wear one face to himself, and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which is the true one. —Nathaniel Hawthorne

So,” Cal said, drawing out the word, “that was Margo. Your roommate. The one you’re not attracted to. The one you don’t think about ‘that way.’” Jake snorted. “He thinks about her ‘that way’ and a thousand other ways, too, I’ll bet.” “At least a thousand,” Cal agreed. “In the car. On a bar. Against a door. On the floor. In the shower. In a tower.” He paused. “I’m channeling Dr. Seuss.” Jake snickered. “On a bed. In a shed. In a tent. Under a vent. On a slope. With some rope.” “Rope is too rough. It chafes delicate skin,” Cal noted. “I prefer to use one of my ties.” Zeke crossed his arms over his chest. “Are you done yet?” “Why are you still here? Don’t you have anything better to do?” Cal asked. “Yes, you do. Her name is Margo.

I guess I need a fresh start,” she informed him. “I’d like to go back to eighth grade and redo everything.

It’s the way we don’t tell the most important people in our lives the most important things. It was how men tended to be.

Michigan, the state that invented winter.

A very important part of creating a new life was independence. She did not want to be accountable to anyone but herself.

This above all: To thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. —William Shakespeare

She would never be without support. Sierra was nine months sober.

Every life is a journey filled with crossroads. And then there are the bridges, those truly frightening choices that span what always was, from what will forever be. Finding the courage, or stupidity, to cross such bridges changes everything.

I needed a purpose greater than myself.

There was a big barn and a darling little farmhouse at the end of a drive through the fields. As they got closer Maggie noticed the details. The windows were covered with tinfoil. The weather vane on top of the house had tinfoil streamers on it.

One of the things I think about a lot when I’m alone is what makes a life well spent? It sounds like you described one.

Be able to be alone. Lose not the advantage of solitude. —Sir Thomas Browne

Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth. —Henry David Thoreau

You’ll never get over her,” she said. “I’m not supposed to get over her, Maggie. I’m supposed to treasure what was good and move on. That’s a tall enough order.

It was not in her nature to be negative. Why had she failed to remember all the victories?

It’s not winning that’s really winning. It’s never giving up.” “Your

It turns out the mark of a happy life isn't staying just one step ahead of the grim reaper. It's knowing you're strong.

All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another. —Anatole France

About the frequency of your presence at crime scenes or your ability to perform your job properly?’ asked Cross.

The room itself had the sweet aroma of a thousand smoked pipes, also evidenced by the brown patina on the walls. The nicotine had given it a stain like a paint finish that many a fashionable interior designer might have been proud of.

The place was a temple of insincerity, everything designed to achieve the holy grail – a sale

His Aspergic sense of strict logic inevitably led him to the conclusion that in probability – well, indeed, in all certainty, bar the fact that he had no solid proof either way and so it certainly wasn't something he felt comfortable applying to this situation – God didn't exist, and that religion in all its various forms was simply a man-made creation to provide the prospect of something further after death. It also seemed to be a way of building quite privileged, and financially profitable, institutions and a fantastic way of life for a few.

Dentistry is a business. Calling it anything else is simple sophistry,

It's an expensive business, dentistry.

This was not uncommon in people with Asperger's. They had a need for approval. It was perhaps their way of ascertaining that their behaviour was at that moment acceptable, appreciated even.

It had always been the ambition to create and sell the business, making a small fortune for them all. They would sell to a larger group or a health insurance company which was now moving into the market.

You can feel the froideur enveloping that family from over here,' observed Mackenzie.

a path with no obstacles, it probably doesn’t lead anywhere. —Frank A. Clark

A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it. —Jean de La Fontaine

They love that rock. Ever been to Yosemite?” She shook her head.

push him to rely on himself. It’s essential for every child, but more so for Noah. He’ll need the confidence going forward if he’s to overcome his limitations.” “I know.

It’s my deepest regret, then, that our paths were not destined to cross,” he said.

I woke up, facedown in the snow. It was daylight. My ears rang and buzzed. My head felt broken. I was caked with snow, and I could feel I was injured here in my head and bleeding out my nose and ears. More bombs fell. More cannons fired. Tanks were coming. And riflemen. And machine gunners. But I was dizzy, and time seemed slow until I saw thousands of Soviets in white clothes crossing the river and climbing the hill in the storm. I saw them shoot six men below me and heard them say, ‘Take no prisoners.

There’s a quiet confidence that comes from running your own race, from no longer measuring or comparing yourself to others. The philosopher Seneca called it euthymia, which means “That you’re on the right path and not led astray by the many tracks which cross yours of people who are hopelessly lost.”18

About the frequency of your presence at crime scenes or your ability to perform your job properly

did you?’ asked Cross. ‘Of course,’ answered Withey slightly

He wouldn’t take any money either. Told me to put his wages in the collection box at the church.

never felt the need to volunteer an immediate opinion at a scene, as many of her colleagues did, to prove to everyone that she knew what she was doing.

The woman has OCD,’ Tom laughed. ‘Really?’ asked Cross. ‘No, I don’t. He just thinks he’s being funny,’ she said.

Virtual life – life on a smartphone – seemed so much more important than actual life these days.

turned up at both corners, which was a definite sign. He wasn't sure what it meant though, because he didn't know her. With people he knew he would note the

profound inroad to their inner soul. For Cross this was absolute nonsense; it was just a physiognomic accident. All this girl had said was "Hi", and she was now waiting

and interrupted whatever was actually going on in "real life"?