David Baldacci, Memory Man Quotes

But then he put aside the awkward encounter, which his mind allowed him to do quite easily. He could compartmentalize at an astonishing level. It came from not giving a shit.

Dark, cool, musty, smoky, where light fell funny and everyone looked like someone you knew or wanted to know. Or, more likely, wanted to forget.

It would cut into him at unpredictable moments, like a gutting knife made of colored light.

In his mind progress was always to be measured in inches, especially when you didn’t have yards or even feet of success to show off.