Quotes by C. C. Beck

“The only difference between Las Vegas and Washington, D.C. is that at least Vegas has the decency to admit the town is full of hookers and crooks.””

“Of course it’s special. But the moment you start believing the job makes you special, that you’re an irreplaceable cog, that’s when you’ve become a D.C. creature. That’s when you’re in peril. We are made of guts and heart and stories, not titles and W-2s. We are lucky but we are nothing special. It’s a privilege and an honor and a job. Don’t trust anyone who tells you otherwise.””

“SO WHAT DO you do?” is the first question D.C. people ask, and the last question you want to answer if you’re unemployed, which I am. It’s October 2011, and since the summer, I’ve spent nine to five at my kitchen table writing cover letters no one will ever read. I keep setting””

“C’est un vrai soulagement, doc, plaisanta Tyler de sa voix traînante. Je suis très soucieux de mon apparence. Surtout pour cette fesse-là.””

“A Favorite Recipe Good for All Souls Take a cup of kindness, And mix it well with love. Add a lot of patience, And faith in God above. Sprinkle very generously with Joy and thanks and cheer. And you'll have lots of angel food To feast on all the year! Submitted by Wanda C. Fields from her church cookbook Reidsville, North Carolina””

“A few casualties always come with the war,” Zadok answers. I stare at him for a moment, caught off-guard by his merciless approach. “I doubt you’d say the same if you were one of them.” He looks at me with tired eyes. “That’s where you’re wrong.” His whole body sags, finally showing what age has done to him. “My whole family was a casualty at the Baghdad institute. My parents helped found it. It was the first institute to be targeted by its own government. They went down with it. I was twenty-five. The Jerusalem institute sent help as soon as they found out, before the Iraqi government could search the ruins. I was the only person they found still remotely close to being alive.” His gaze looks lost as he continues. “It took me three years to recover, and four to become a carrier again. It took me that long to re-master my fear of being out of control.” His eyes shift to mine. “Don’t accuse me of not understanding the cost of this war. I understand plenty. I give myself up for it every day.””