Quotes by Michael Cox

“It goes to show that proper planning, being able to weather the inevitable ups and downs of the business, is vital. Those that do survive bankruptcy addressed their costs and strategic issues in a comprehensive manner. Thats how Continental approached its restructuring.”

“The way people fanned out after the bombings, its brought it home to people . . . that it is part of a kind of a network, interconnected - all the fingerprints are there,”

“The way people fanned out after the bombings, its brought it home to people ... that it is part of a kind of a network, interconnected - all the fingerprints are there,”

“The way people fanned out after the bombings, its brought it home to people ... that it is part of a kind of a network, interconnected -- all the fingerprints are there,”

“The way people fanned out after the bombings, its brought it home to people ... that it is part of a kind of a network, interconnected — all the fingerprints are there,”

“Theyd have to have a much wider support base than just those who are active suicide bombers.”

“Youre forcing it into the creek, ... Leave the creek alone -- its already got problems.”

“Despite our directive to the National Journal to replace the ad, it was not replaced as requested, which resulted in its publication this week.”

“He got a call on his cell phone telling him to come outside and when he did, someone shot him.”

“That was our balloon that jumped over to Highway 96.”

For Death is the meaning of night;The eternal shadowInto which all lives must fall, All hopes expire.

I had retained little of what is generally called religion, except for a visceral conviction that our lives are controlled by some universal mechanism that is greater than ourselves. Perhaps that was what others called God. Perhaps not.

The summer passed quietly. I busied myself as best I could, reading a good deal.

The boundaries of this world are forever shifting – from day to night, joy to sorrow, love to hate, and from life itself to death; and who can say at what moment we may suddenly cross over the border, from one state of existence to another, like heat applied to some flammable substance? I have been given my own ever-changing margins, across which I move, continually and hungrily, like a migrating animal. Now civilized, now untamed; now responsive to decency and human concern, now viciously attuned to the darkest of desires.

After killing the red-haired man, I took myself off to Quinn’s for an oyster supper.

I long for sleep, and for soft English rain. But they do not come.