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“Said Opie Read to E.P. Roe,"How do you like Gaboriau?""I like him very much indeed!"Said E.P. Roe to Opie Read.”
Julian Street“Said Opie Read to E.P. Roe,"How do you like Gaboriau?""I like him very much indeed!"Said E.P. Roe to Opie Read.”
Julian Street“It is at the family fireside, often under the shelter of the law itself, that the real tragedies of life are acted; in these days traitors wear gloves, scoundrels cloak themselves in public esteem, and their victims die broken-hearted, but smiling to the last. What I have just related to you is almost an every-day occurrence; and yet you profess astonishment.”
Émile Gaboriau, File No. 113“Vengeance is a delicious fruit, which must be allowed to ripen in order that it may be fully enjoyed.”
Émile Gaboriau, File No. 113“...chance is sometimes a wonderful accomplice in crime.”
Émile Gaboriau, File No. 113“Alas! we must suffer ourselves before we can feel for others.”
Émile Gaboriau, File No. 113“Excessive suffering brings with it a kind of dull insensibility and stupor....”
Émile Gaboriau, File No. 113“He was as yet not sufficiently experienced in ruffianism to know that one villain always sacrifices another to advance his own project”
he was credulous enough to believe in the old adage of 'honor amongst thieves.“The wide corridor up the centre of E Block was floored with linoleum the colour of tired old limes, and so what was the Last Mile at other prisons was called the Green Mile at Cold Mountain.”
Stephen King, The Green Mile“We each owe a death, there are no exceptions, I know that, but sometimes, oh God, the Green Mile is so long.”
Stephen King, The Green Mile, Part 6: Coffey on the Mile“Between the MileI have always counted the miles.Sometimes they came quick,Other times slow.The distance between things,The way I could know.Close could feel far,And far could feel near.The miles that passed too quickly,The ones I ran out of fear.They weren’t all the same,So I had been told,The unmarked trails,And the days I was bold.Some miles went down,Spiraling so low,When I was afraid to look forward,There was nowhere to go.The sunset came fast,And the day turned to night,But the trails could be endless,If I looked at them right.Everything I knew,All I was told,The conversations left behind,The people who grew old.When the miles stretched out before me,I wanted to sew them at the seam,Looking forward and then back,Holding everything in between.”
Jacqueline Simon Gunn