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

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.

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

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.

To find yourself, think for yourself. —Socrates

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

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

Dear God. I’ll pedal if You’ll steer.

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

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

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.

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

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.

[Mr. Sullivan to Mrs Sullivan] "I'm a very popular man, plenty of friends, and I can move in any circle and I'm always a perfect gentleman. I'd have plenty of friends if it wasn't for you. And you talk about being humiliated by me. People think you are queer, that's what people think about you

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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!

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

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.

All rise! The Honorable John Bestover White presiding.

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

Michigan, the state that invented winter.

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.

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.

call her just to bring him back to the office. He had a bike. Probably he just needed her there quickly. So she navigated her way there as fast as she could. Jessica showed her through to the office where Cross was sitting at the desk reading one of Leonard’s files. ‘I’m here,’ she said. He was beginning to find her habit of stating the unnecessarily obvious all the time irksome. ‘What do you need?’ she went on. He pointed at the archive boxes. ‘Those. To the office.’ He got up and began to take

Is sex reassignment surgery moral/right? ''If a patient came to you and wanted you to remove his normal left eye or his right hand, would you do that, just because he asked you to?'' A patient who comes in with such a request is, on the face of it, acutely psychotic. Transsexuals are not psychotic. Further, transsexuals do not want a useful organ removed, reducing their efficiency; but they want a more or less (to them) useless sexual equipment altered so that a more or less useful (to them) equipment will result.

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

Hard times arouse an instinctive desire for authenticity. —Coco Chanel

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

go of me. The only way you can honor my memory is with your happiness.

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

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big, flat rock face that looks like you shouldn’t be able to find anything to hang on to, yet they slithered up to the top like lizards. What does it take to do something like that, Sully?” He swallowed a mouthful.

extraordinary thing in the world is an ordinary man and an ordinary woman and their ordinary children. —GILBERT K. CHESTERTON

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

It’s the way we don’t tell the most important people in our lives the most important things.

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

The young woman standing in front of him was smiling. Cross was

There are only two mistakes one can make along the road to truth: Not going all the way, and not starting.

We are all travelers in the wilderness of this world, and the best we can find in our travels is an honest friend. —Robert Louis Stevenson

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

Instead of using the term God you say “unconscious,” instead of Christ “[Self/]self,” instead of incarnation “integration of the unconscious,” instead of salvation or redemption “individuation,” instead of crucifixion or sacrifice on the Cross “realization of … ‘wholeness’”.

I’m supposed to treasure what was good and move on.

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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?

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

Driving along Broadway, he sees a young guy exit a bus and then turn to help an old woman who was waiting to board that bus. In his entire life, Bobby’s never seen more people help little old ladies cross streets, avoid puddles or potholes, carry their groceries, or find their car keys in purses overstuffed with rosary beads and damp tissues. Everyone knows everyone here; they stop one another in the streets to ask after spouses, children, cousins twice removed. Come winter, they shovel walks together, join up to push cars out of snowbanks, freely pass around bags of salt or sand for icy sidewalks. Summertime, they congregate on porches and stoops or cluster in lawn chairs along the sidewalks to shoot the shit, trade the daily newspapers, and listen to Ned Martin calling the Sox games on ’HDH. They drink beer like it’s tap water, smoke ciggies as if the pack will self-destruct at midnight, and call to one another—across streets, to and from cars, and up at distant windows—like impatience is a virtue. They love the church but aren’t real fond of mass. They only like the sermons that scare them; they mistrust any that appeal to their empathy. They all have nicknames. No James can just be a James; has to be Jim or Jimmy or Jimbo or JJ or, in one case, Tantrum. There are so many Sullivans that calling someone Sully isn’t enough. In Bobby’s various incursions here over the years, he’s met a Sully One, a Sully Two, an Old Sully, a Young Sully, Sully White, Sully Tan, Two-Time Sully, Sully the Nose, and Little Sully (who’s fucking huge). He’s met guys named Zipperhead, Pool Cue, Pot Roast, and Ball Sac (son of Sully Tan). He’s come across Juggs, Nicklebag, Drano, Pink Eye (who’s blind), Legsy (who limps), and Handsy (who’s got none). Every guy has a thousand-yard stare. Every woman has an attitude. Every face is whiter than the whitest paint you’ve ever seen and then, just under the surface, misted with an everlasting Irish pink that sometimes turns to acne and sometimes doesn’t. They’re the friendliest people he’s ever met. Until they aren’t. At which point they’ll run over their own grandmothers to ram your fucking skull through a brick wall. He has no idea where it all comes from—the loyalty and the rage, the brotherhood and the suspicion, the benevolence and the hate. But he suspects it has something to do with the need for a life to have meaning.

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

In our family, we don’t hide crazy...we put it on the porch and give it a cocktail.

man travels the world over in search of what he needs, and returns home to find it. —GEORGE MOORE

Make yourself necessary to somebody. —RALPH WALDO EMERSON

Love...is an able master; he teaches us to be what we never were before. —MOLIÈRE

Family not only need to consist of merely those whom we share blood, but also for those whom we’d give blood. —CHARLES DICKENS

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

He loves you.” “I know,” she said softly. “I hope he can forgive me.” Dakota was quiet a moment. “For better or worse,” he finally said. “Most couples have plenty of both.” * * * Connie

A man must first govern himself ere he be fit to govern a family. —SIR WALTER RALEIGH

It is not flesh and blood but the heart which makes us fathers and sons. —JOHANN SCHILLER

The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves. —VICTOR HUGO

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

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