The Bestseller Job Quotes

“When you can't tell the truth, tell *a* truth.”
― Greg Cox, The Bestseller Job

“You need to own your feelings. Get more comfortable expressing yourself."

"How about I express you out the nearest window?”
― Greg Cox, The Bestseller Job

“Feel the power of the Dark Side," he murmured.

"Always," Parker said.”
― Greg Cox, The Bestseller Job

“Parker and Hardison look like they're having a good time."

"I see," Nate said. "Should we be worried?”
― Greg Cox, The Bestseller Job

“Just remember, this is a collaborative effort. We don't have time for creative differences or outbreaks of artistic integrity.”
― Greg Cox, The Bestseller Job

“Maybe you've got the patience to work out some complicated, long-term, ironic way to get back at the people who've wronged you, but that's you.”
― Greg Cox, The Bestseller Job

“The truth is stranger than fiction . . . and often more incriminating.”
― Greg Cox, The Bestseller Job

“Nobody would ever miss an editor...”
― Greg Cox, The Bestseller Job

“The last few years had taught her that, bizarrely, there might be more to life than money, heists, and adrenaline. A crazy idea, no kidding, and she wasn't entirely convinced yet, but maybe, just maybe, she could be something more than a thief?”
― Greg Cox, The Bestseller Job

“She was professionally attired in a tailored blue dress suit and skirt. A”
― Greg Cox, The Bestseller Job

“He was probably just being paranoid, but why take chances? He quickened his pace, hoping to put a little more distance between himself and his (inadvertent?) tail. A taxi was sounding better and better, but now that he actually wanted one, he looked in vain for an unoccupied cab. Darkened storefronts, guarded by iron bars and pull-down metal shutters, offered little in the way of shelter should he need to get off the street in a hurry. He searched his own pockets for something to defend himself with, just in case, but found only his favorite Sharpie.

Great, he thought sarcastically. Whoever said the pen was mightier than the sword had obviously never been stalked down a lonely city street by a guy who looked like he could go nine rounds with Bigfoot. Next time I arrange for an escort home.”
― Greg Cox, The Bestseller Job

“But I don’t understand,” she said. “Why have you been following me all over the world? Why didn’t you just approach me before?”

“I’ve wanted to,” he confessed. “But I kept chickening out. I meant to in Frankfurt, but then you spotted me and I lost my nerve. I didn’t want you to think I was some sort of creepy stalker.”

“God forbid,” Eliot muttered.

Larry looked nervously at Eliot. “Then your bodyguard took off after me and I just panicked. And then there was that scary blonde in the dog costume…”

“Scary?” Parker reacted, her indignation coming through Sophie’s earbud loud and clear. “I was adorable.”

“My personal assistant,” Sophie explained. “She’s a furry.”
― Greg Cox, The Bestseller Job

“His urbane hauteur had given way to a genuinely angry expression. Evidently he didn’t appreciate having his well-laid plans compromised by an unexpected influx of walking corpses.

To be fair, who did?”
― Greg Cox, The Bestseller Job