The Matlock Paper

And then the earth, the world, the planet, the galaxy, and the entire solar system went crazy.

Truth is neither joyful nor sad, neither good nor bad. It is simply truth.

When the old men kill themselves, the cities are dying.

The mind plays tricks. It rejects things until it thinks ― or something tells it ― that the remembering can be handled.

Strangers should meet in unfamiliar areas. It's comforting.

Nothing is so convincing as someone who's a bewildered injured party and lets everybody know it.

We're a couple of ciphers who got pushed around. We don't know what happened; just that we don't like it.

There is nothing in a crowded street more noticeable than a man running ― unless it is a woman.

He was a relieved man; he was an angry man.

I fought...I fought and I fought...until I...couldn't remember any more.

A corruption of intentions.

Bagdhivi admonition: Look ye to the children; look and behold. They grow tall and strong and hunt the tiger with greater cunning and stronger sinews than you. They shall save the flocks better than you. Ye are old and infirm. Look to the children. Beware of the children.

What can a person do with an old man in pain who knows he’s going to die? What arguments are left?

Reputations were made quickly over the green felt tables ― with the roll of the dice or a turn of a card.