The Cuckoo's Calling Quotes

“How could the death of someone you had never met affect you so?”
― Robert Galbraith, The Cuckoo's Calling

“The dead could only speak through the mouths of those left behind, and through the signs they left scattered behind them.”
― Robert Galbraith, The Cuckoo's Calling

“How easy it was to capitalize on a person’s own bent for self-destruction; how simple to nudge them into non-being, then to stand back and shrug and agree that it had been the inevitable result of a chaotic, catastrophic life.”
― Robert Galbraith, The Cuckoo's Calling

“When you are young, and beautiful, you can be very cruel.”
― Robert Galbraith, The Cuckoo's Calling

“Humans often assumed symmetry and equality where none existed.”
― Robert Galbraith, The Cuckoo's Calling

“A lie would have no sense unless the truth were felt as dangerous.”
― Robert Galbraith, The Cuckoo's Calling

“He had never been able to understand the assumption of intimacy fans felt with those they had never met.”
― Robert Galbraith, The Cuckoo's Calling

“It's that wounded-poet crap, that soul-pain shit, that too-much-of-a-tortured-genius-to-wash bollocks. Brush your teeth, you little bastard. You're not fucking Byron.”
― Robert Galbraith, The Cuckoo's Calling

“Strike was used to playing archaeologist among the ruins of people’s traumatised memories;”
― Robert Galbraith, The Cuckoo's Calling

“Seven and a half million hearts were beating in close proximity in this heaving old city, and many, after all, would be aching far worse than his.”
― Robert Galbraith, The Cuckoo's Calling

“There’s people who’d expect you to take a bullet for them and they don’t bother rememb’ring yuh name.”
― Robert Galbraith, The Cuckoo's Calling

“In the inverted food chain of fame, it was the big beasts who were stalked and hunted”
― Robert Galbraith, The Cuckoo's Calling

“Ridiculous," he said breathlessly. "You ought to give up detecting and try fantasy writing.”
― Robert Galbraith, The Cuckoo's Calling

“Couples tended to be of roughly equivalent personal attractiveness, though of course factors such as money often seemed to secure a partner of significantly better looks than oneself.”
― Robert Galbraith, The Cuckoo's Calling

“In spite of her plainness that would have made wallflowers of other women, she radiated a great sense of self-importance.”
― Robert Galbraith, The Cuckoo's Calling

“I am become a name.”
― Robert Galbraith, The Cuckoo's Calling

“She wuz depressed. Yeah, she wuz on stuff for it. Like me. Sometimes it jus' takes you over. It's an illness," she said, although she made the words sound like "it's uh nillness."

Nillness, thought Strike, for a second distracted. He had slept badly. Nillness, that was where Lula Landry had gone, and where all of them, he and Rochelle included, were headed. Sometimes illness turned slowly to nillness, as was happening to Bristow's mother... sometimes nillness rose to meet you out of nowhere, like a concrete road slamming your skull apart.”
― Robert Galbraith, The Cuckoo's Calling

“But the lies she told were woven into the fabric of her being, her life; so that to live with her and love her was to become slowly enmeshed by them, to wrestle her for the truth, to struggle to maintain foothold on reality.”
― Robert Galbraith, The Cuckoo's Calling

“Other people his age had houses and washing machines, cars and television sets, furniture and gardens and mountain bikes and lawnmowers: he had four boxes of crap, and a set of matchless memories.”
― Robert Galbraith, The Cuckoo's Calling

“it was weird. Would you believe it if some supermodel called you up and told you she was your sister?’

Strike thought of his own bizarre family history.

‘Probably,’ he said.”
― Robert Galbraith, The Cuckoo's Calling

“Sense entered into a short, violent skirmish with instinct and inclination, and was overwhelmed.”
― Robert Galbraith, The Cuckoo's Calling

“Suicides, in his experience, were perfectly capable of feigning an interest in a future they had no intention of inhabiting.”
― Robert Galbraith, The Cuckoo's Calling

“But they had already tried, again and again and again, and always, when the first crashing wave of mutual longing subsided, the ugly wreck of the past lay revealed again, its shadow lying darkly over everything they tried to rebuild.”
― robert galbraith, The Cuckoo's Calling

“You're like everyone else, Strike; you want your civil liberties when you've told the missus you're at the office and you're at a lap-dancing club, but you want twenty-four-hour surveillance on your house when someone's trying to force your bathroom window open. Can't have it both ways.”
― Robert Galbraith, The Cuckoo's Calling

“Who was more conscious than the soldier of capricious fortune, of the random roll of the dice?”
― Robert Galbraith, The Cuckoo's Calling

“It's an illness," she said, although she made the words sound like "it's uh nillness."
Nillness, thought Strike, for a second distracted. Sometimes illness turned slowly to nillness, as was happening to Bristow's mother... sometimes nillness rose to meet you out of nowhere, like a concrete road slamming your skull apart.”
― Robert Galbraith, The Cuckoo's Calling

“He had hoped to spot the flickering shadow of a murderer as he turned the file's pages, but instead it was the ghost of Lula herself who emerged, gazing up at him, as victims of violent crimes sometimes did, through the detritus of their interrupted lives.”
― Robert Galbraith, The Cuckoo's Calling

“For this to happen today, of all days! It felt like a wink from God.”
― Robert Galbraith, The Cuckoo's Calling

“The country was lumbering towards election day. Strike turned in early on Sunday and watched the day's gaffes, counterclaims and promises being tabulated on his portable TV. There was an air of joylessness in every news report he watched. The national debt was so huge that it was diffcult to comprehend. Cuts were coming, whoever won; deep, painful cuts; and sometimes, with their weasel words, the party leaders reminded Strike of the surgeons who had told him cautiously that he might experience a degree of discomfort; they who would never personally feel the pain that was about to be inflicted.”
― Robert Galbraith, The Cuckoo's Calling

“Robin was disposed to feel desperately sorry for anyone with a less fortunate love life than her own – if desperate pity could describe the exquisite pleasure she actually felt at the thought of her own comparative paradise.”
― Robert Galbraith, The Cuckoo's Calling