Wally Lamb Quotes

I don't know how to defend myself: surprised innocence cannot imagine being under suspicion.

The truth is this is a very dangerous world.

I can't protect myself when I'm not facing the play.

Some nights I lie awake at night thinking, 'What's going to stop someone from smashing a chair through my window and coming in the house at two in the morning?' It is very unnerving. It's a realistic scare, which is the worst kind of scare that you could have.

There are no safe rooms, no safe truths, no safe secrets to tell.

It's just harder out there in the world of the living, and we cannot protect you out there as easily. I wanted to keep you perfectly safe...But there is only one perfectly safe place for your kind, and you will not reach it until all your adventures are over and none of them matter any longer.

Who hit you?" "Why, so you can go beat him up?" "One of the fringe benefits of being my human servant is my protection." "I don't need your protection, Jean-Claude." "He hurt you." "And I shoved a gun into his groin and made him tell me everything he knew," I said.

Really it's always things that scare me like loss of control, dealing with the unknown and the unseen... Something that's not supposed to be there and you don't know where it came from, or what it wants from you, or how to defend yourself against it. That's the root of the things I find scary.

I am unarmed. But Butler here, my ...ah...butler, has a Sig Saucer in his shoulder holster, two shrike-throwing knives in his boots, aderringer two-shot up his sleeve, garrotte wire in his watch, and three stun greanades concealed in variouse pockets. Anything else, Butler?

I think security is a big issue for people.

Love is like trench warfare - you cannot see the enemy, but you know he is there and that it is wiser to keep your head down.

There's always a threat surrounding the things you love

Because of fear, they made shelter and found food and grew things. For the same reason, weapons were stored, waiting.

You know...my flower...I'm responsible for her. And she's so weak! And so naive. She has four ridiculous thorns to defend her against the world.

My parents tried to keep me safe, but to me the world was not a safe place.

What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open.

To my mind it is wholly irresponsible to go into the world incapable of preventing violence, injury, crime, and death. How feeble is the mindset to accept defenselessness. How unnatural. How cheap. How cowardly. How pathetic.

I don't want nothing comin' at me that I can't stop.

You'd better not be trying to steal that," she said. The boy shrugged and reached for the small rolling suitcase at her feet. "I wouldn't dare." "Because I'm an excellent yeller." "I don't doubt it." "And fighter. My cousin gave me this nail file... the thing's just like a switchblade.

I'm not afraid of the world. I'm afraid of a world without you.

Psychologically speaking, what is true requires no protection, and never becomes negative when challenged. On the other hand, what is false almost never stops trying to protect itself, which it does by finding fault with whatever or whoever challenges the false image behind which it always hides.

Then I'd crawl back into bed, smelling her all around me, and tell myself that next time, I would lock that window. But I never did.

I had a stalker who was extremely violent. He broke into the studio with knives and I was locked in a bathroom.

It's the worst feeling when you come home alone late at night and think the stranger sitting on your couch is a pile of clothes.