Legal Thriller Quotes

“As Blake turned around to continue his walk back to Main Justice, he spotted one of the tourists taking his picture. “Don’t waste your film!” Blake yelled at the man. “I’m not that important!” But the $500 stuffed in the photographer’s back pocket argued otherwise.”
― Chad Boudreaux, Scavenger Hunt

“He had always been so careful, never revealed his true identity. But somehow, they’d fingered him, and his life had changed forever—for the worst. He couldn’t help but think that some­one in the Central Intelligence Agency had turned on him. One of his own.”
― Chad Boudreaux, Scavenger Hunt

“It was golden hour in Tarrytown. An incandescent sun cast long shadows that pointed in unison toward nightfall. Birds sang. But their melodies were drowned out by crescendos of cicadas’ chattering.
Not to be outdone, the wind came and went in gusts, rising up and across the hills from the lake below. As it did, it blew through the trees agitating the millions of leaves in the canopy, the rustle and crackle of which drew the eyes upward, where an infinite canvas of burnt orange and purple was visible through the branches of proud oaks.”
― J.K. Franko, The Trial of Joe Harlan Junior

“All of these things, however, were but like methadone to a heroin addict. They only masked the withdrawal pains without satisfying the addiction. So even as they tried truly to break up many times, they always found their way back to each other.”
― L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning

“I’m in this plot because you took my lot.”
― Tom Baldwin, Macom Farm

“When compared with what I have in mind for it, your property is blighted, dangerous, deteriorated, infectious, unhealthy, substandard, crime-infested, and irreparable. Once I have proven that, I will move in, and you will be moved away. You must leave so I can thrive.”
― Tom Baldwin, Macom Farm

“ If they come—whoever they are—will sorely wish they hadn’t!”
― Tom Baldwin, Macom Farm

“ “Well, Mr. George, I’d say that’s a long way up for us to be worried about a wee 30 feet from away down here?... I say we grant the man his error. The sky will not be scratched, and I assure you, pigeons won’t roost that high! These are things that happen...”
― Tom Baldwin, Macom Farm

“That must be Bogrov,” Alexei said as he put on a black ski mask. Laughing, he tossed one to Torn. “Don’t worry, it’s clean. Let me do the talking. This is how we take depositions in the Wild Wild East!”
― L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning

“They usually didn’t know I was half-Japanese. But you know how it is. No matter where you go, you don’t quite fit in. But it is fun to be able to slip in and out of two such completely different cultures seamlessly like a shapeshifter.”
― L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning

“It’s far more reliable than solar or wind power, which depend on mother nature, who is notoriously fickle; sometimes the sun don’t shine and the wind don’t blow.”
― L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning

“How many languages do you speak, you barely monolingual prick?”
― L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning

“And when I first did judo with them, they were much stronger and always dragged me off the mats and threw me down on the surrounding concrete floor or on the wooden veranda outside. I got so scared that I would actually shake before each practice. But I just kept going back until I became so mean no one wanted to practice with me.”
― L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning

“After purifying himself he walked through a small red gate to the shrine, dropped a goen, or five yen coin, the Japanese word for which also means good luck, into the wooden collection box in front of the shrine.”
― L. M. Weeks, Bottled Lightning

“The moonlight drifts in silently from the dark sky and onto the light wooden blinds that hang at each of the three windows in the narrow room. Outside, the streets are tranquil, radiating the heat of the August day that ended a few hours before.”
― M.F. Kelleher, Olivia Streete and the Parisian Contract

“Having vision is much more than just being visual.”
― Heru Ofori-Atta, The Clairvoyant

“The previous night he was in an accident. Ran over a homeless guy. She listens to a man fabricating at least some of the things he’s telling her. The human frailty of lying.”
― M.F. Kelleher, Olivia Streete and the Parisian Contract

“Ferraud kneels down next to the dead man’s head. His face is squashed into the dirt. The policeman gradually lowers himself towards the ground, trying to see more of the man without moving him. His nose is nearly touching the earth when the penny drops.”
― M.F. Kelleher, Olivia Streete and the Parisian Contract

“Suddenly a door is thrown open from the building next to the vehicle, a man and a woman step out into the pool of the streetlight.”
― M.F. Kelleher, Olivia Streete and the Parisian Contract

“Sistrunk looked angrily at Lettie and said, "I'm allowed to be paid for my time and expenses, plus there is the matter of the loans. When can I expect the money?"
"In due course," Jake said.
"I want it now."
"Well, you're not getting it now."
"Then I'll sue."
"Fine. I'll defend."
"And I'll preside," Judge Atlee said. "I'll give you a trial date in about four years.”
― John Grisham, Sycamore Row

“She knows she is being watched through the camera in the corner. She waits. If they hadn’t taken her laptop and phone, she would be trying to find background on what this could be about.”
― M.F. Kelleher, Olivia Streete and the Parisian Contract

“The wine and the blood from a cut on his head mix into a new red that drips onto the hard, grey floor.”
― M.F. Kelleher, Olivia Streete and the Parisian Contract

“When the truth
Is the opposite
The silent liars
Are the true criminals

When the truth
Becomes fear
It's altered
But reveal
The memories
Of light

It's the only justice
In this corrupted earth

The Memories Are The Only Justice”
― Jazalyn, vViIrRuUsS: I Never Forget

“Without Max including me in his plans . . . I would not be here today. I thank Hashem, every day, for sending me an angel named Max Lewenstein. As I look out at his wife and beautiful family, his children and grandchildren, remember, you too would not be here today if not for the extraordinary bravery of the angel, Max Lewenstein.”
― Mark M. Bello, L'DOR V'DOR: From Generation to Generation

“It may be condescending for me to say, but I am proud of you. I know your grandfather would be proud of you, too.”
― Mark M. Bello, L'DOR V'DOR: From Generation to Generation

“How's work?" I asked.

Mind-numbing. Isort crap, Xerox crap, research crap. Now and then I file crap at the courthouse. Those jaunts through the halls of justice really get the old adrenaline pumping.”
― Kathy Reichs, Spider Bones

“Did you know that, in Florida, you get a choice? Death penalty-wise, I mean. Lethal injection or electrocution? It’s up to you. Have you given it any thought?”
― JK Franko, Life for Life

“Susie took mental inventory of her sensations. She could hear and smell. The air she breathed was cool and dry. She could feel her chest rise and fall. Feel the air in her lungs. She sensed that she was lying on her back, but her eyes wouldn’t open. Her hands, her feet... nothing responded. She couldn’t move. She tried again to speak, but nothing happened. She was trapped in the darkness.”
― JK Franko, Life for Life

“By 'Perry Mason moment,' I mean that climactic instant during a trial when you have just done something fantastic and everyone in the courtroom knows it. Your brilliant question or some stunning admission you coerced from a witness has left the opposing lawyer reeling, his mouth agape, and jurors amazed and entertained. The case is won; the rest of the trial is a formality. Your friends and colleagues are itching to congratulate you as soon as a recess is called. Only a supreme effort of will on your part, coupled with the knowledge that the judge and jurors are watching, keeps you from high-fiving everyone in sight.”
― Morley Swingle, Scoundrels to the Hoosegow: Perry Mason Moments and Entertaining Cases from the Files of a Prosecuting Attorney

“How could an organization so tightly controlled by the very politicians responsible for the nation's rampant corruption be expected to solve the crisis? Were politicians not the root cause of all the unsolved cases in the country? Could the hunter’s dogs be led by the animals themselves and the hunter hopes to get a kill in the end? Could a housefly pass a bad judgment on an open sore?”
― A. O. Nathaniels, The Last Agent: A Novel