Top 300 Harlan Coben Quotes (2025 Update)
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201. “I would never write a memoir, because it would be too boring.”

— Harlan Coben

202. “Myron remembered something his father once told him: People have an amazing capacity to mess up their own lives.”

— Harlan Coben

203. “When Myron was ten years old, his father had taken him and his younger brother, Brad, to a game. Brad was five at the time. Dad had secured.”

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204. “The old saw about bad news traveling fast has never been truer than in the age of the Internet.”

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205. “I’m sorry,” my dead wife mouthed.”

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206. “The readers are the ones who let us live our dreams. I try to write books which are really compelling – that you’d take on vacation and rather than going out, you’d read in your hotel room because you had to find out what happened. Hopefully that’s what readers are responding to.”

— Harlan Coben

207. “I’d rather read than relax. I’d rather keep the mind engaged.”

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208. “Check out the comments underneath,” Augie says. I move the cursor down. “There are over fifty thousand of them.” “Just click ‘Top Comments’ and read a few.” I do as he asks. And as always when reading a comments section, my faith in humanity plummets:.”

— Harlan Coben

209. “The actual writing time is a lot shorter than the thinking time. I don’t do too many notes. I keep it mostly in my head. I usually start writing a new book around January, and it’s due October 1.”

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210. “He passed a hair salon called Snip Away, which sounded more like a vasectomy clinic than a beauty parlor.”

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211. “I’m the Jerry Lewis of crime fiction.”

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212. “Doctors kept stressing that mental disease was the same as physical disease. Telling someone who was clinically depressed, for example, to shake it off and get out of the house was tantamount to telling a man with two broken legs to sprint across the room. That was all well and good in theory, but in practice, the stigma continued. Maybe, to be more charitable, it was because you could hide a mental disease.”

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213. “Few things, I assure you, will devastate like the might-have-beens.”

— Harlan Coben

214. “No, in the Bolitar household, the kitchen was more a gathering place – a Family Room Lite, if you will – than anything related to even the basest of the culinary arts. The round table held magazines and catalogs and congealing white boxes of Chinese takeout. The stove top saw less action than a Merchant-Ivory production. The oven was a prop, strictly for show, like a politician’s Bible.”

— Harlan Coben

215. “Captain Midnight is always careful.” “It’s not just Captain Midnight I’m worried about it. It’s his alter ego.” “And who might that be?” “My Love Muffin.” Myron grinned into the receiver. “Hey, Jess, did you know Joan Collins was on Batman?” “Of course,” Jessica said. “She played the Siren.” “Oh yeah? Well, who did Liberace play?”

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216. “The Bad Man isn’t lurking in playgrounds, kiddies. He lives in your house.”

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217. “Introductions were made. Hands were shaken. Rear ends were seated. As was his custom in such situations, Win remained silent. His eyes slid from one side of the room to the other, taking in everything. He liked to study people for a while before speaking to them, especially in their home environment.”

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218. “Esperanza said, “Some bottled blond with a bottled tan is down here to see you.”

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219. “We know that everything in our lives is complex and gray.”

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220. “I am, after all, a thriller writer. I routinely delve into the darkest chambers of the human heart. I’ve written about murder, kidnapping, depravity, horror, violence, and disfigurement.”

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221. “Kate Atkinson is an absolute must-read. I love everything she writes.”

— Harlan Coben

222. “Terrific,” Simon said. “The psychos are on my side.”

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223. “They – bliss and fear – are constant companions. Rarely does one venture out without the other.”

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224. “You won’t believe it. I don’t believe it either. And yet I know what I know. I don’t believe in magic or superstition. But I believe that there are some things we cannot yet comprehend – that there are things beyond our capabilities to understand. Sometimes, explaining how the universe works is like teaching a lion to read. Reading is real. The lion is real. But he’s never going to read.” I.”

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225. “I always say three things make a writer: inspiration, obviously; perspiration, doing the work. But the third is desperation. I’m not really fit for anything else, or to have a real job. That fear drives me. The pressure has always been self inflicted.”

— Harlan Coben

226. “Esperanza and Myron shared a yellow cab to the Chelsea Hotel on Twenty-third Street between Seventh and Eighth. The cab smelled like a Turkish whorehouse, which was an improvement over most.”

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227. “I said everyone looks happy. That was kinda my point. If you judge the world by Facebook, you wonder why so many people take Prozac.”

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228. “When you’re young you don’t get how great it is to be loved unconditionally.”

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229. “Dimonte spit into the can again, trying hard to cover up his obvious body language. “We’re still working on it.” “Uh, let’s pretend for a brief moment that I’m not a mentally dehydrated numb nut.”

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230. “His black-to-gray beard was unruly enough to nest beetle larvae, his hair curled like something out of a bad production of Godspell.”

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231. “So I’m not sure I follow. What makes you think he’s in danger?” “Nothing, I guess. The woman’s voice. I don’t know. It sounded so sickly sweet.” “Oh,” Broome said, “well, why didn’t you say so in the first place?” Megan frowned. “Could you be, I don’t know, a little more patronizing?” “‘Sickly sweet’?” “Okay, I get it.” “No, Cassie or whatever your name is, I don’t think you do.” Broome moved a little closer. “May I be blunt?” “Because so far you’ve been circumspect? Sure.”

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232. “A man who had to be Detective Roland Dimonte answered the door. He was dressed in jeans, paisley green shirt, black leather vest. He also had on the ugliest pair of snakeskin boots – snow-white with flecks of purple – Myron had ever seen. His hair was greasy. Several strands were matted to his forehead like to flypaper. A toothpick – an actual toothpick – was jutting out of his mouth. His eyes were set deep in a pudgy face, like someone had stuck two brown pebbles in at the last minute. Myron.”

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233. “Myron sipped his coffee. Gourmet coffee. A year ago he never drank coffee. Then he started stopping into one of the new coffee bars that kept cropping up like bad movies on cable.”

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234. “I’ve never chased the dollar, I’ve always chased the reader’s heart. I love having more readers. The more people who read it, the more thrilled I am.”

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235. “Hoyt?” Hoyt turned back around. “So there’s no misunderstanding,” Carlson said. “I don’t believe a word you just said. We clear?” “Crystal,” Hoyt said.”

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236. “On the radio a rock group called the Motels were repeatedly singing the ingenious line Take the L out of lover, and it’s over. Deep. Literal, but still deep. The Motels. Whatever happened to them?”

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237. “I can be over in ten minutes.” “You’ll stay for dinner?” “Depends on what’s on the tape,” I say. “Right, yeah, that makes sense.” Ellie hears something in my voice and knows me too well. “Everything else okay?” “We’ll talk.” I hang up first.”

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238. “I blinked and the images were gone. But I remembered how the laugh and the howl and the splash would ripple and echo in the stillness of our lake, and I wondered if ripples and echoes like those ever fully die away, if somewhere in the woods my father’s joyful yelps still bounced quietly off the trees. Silly thought, but there you go.”

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239. “I’d always hated running. Born-again joggers described how they got addicted to the rapture of running, how they achieved a nirvana known as a runner’s high. Right. I’d always firmly believed that – much like the high of auto-asphyxiation – the bliss came more from a lack of oxygen to the brain than any sort of endorphin rush.”

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240. “There are two people in a tennis match. One ends up winning, one ends up losing. And I think the pleasure comes not from winning. I think the pleasure comes from beating someone.” She scrunched up her face like a very puzzled child. “Why is that something we admire? We call them winners, but when you think about it, they really get off on making someone else lose. Why is that something we admire so much?” “That’s.”

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241. “Someone is always worse off than you. That never seemed like much comfort.”

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242. “You think I should tell Jeremy?” “I think first and foremost you should put aside your Batman complex,” she said. “What the hell does that mean?” “It means you always try a little too hard to be heroic.” “And that’s bad?” “Sometimes it clouds your thinking,” she said. “The heroic thing is not always the right thing.” “Jeremy already has a family. He has a mother and a father – ” “He has,” Esperanza interrupted, “a lie.” They.”

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243. “The book I always say that influenced me, subconsciously, because at the time I didn’t know I wanted to be a writer, was William Goldman’s ‘Marathon Man.’ That was the first adult thriller that I loved. I read it when I was 15 or so, when my father gave it to me.”

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244. “I don’t remember how big the balloons were. I was a kid then. Everything looks bigger when you’re a kid.”

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245. “Right now, even though he’d been dead for years, she wanted to collapse in her father’s big arms and hear him tell her that everything would be all right. Do we ever outgrow that need?”

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246. “When I looked into her eyes, I could see forever.”

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247. “Some people are conduits for misery.”

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248. “Nick at Nite, the cultural equivalent of aerosol cheese.”

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249. “All around her, children and families played and laughed and reveled in the glory of this seemingly ordinary day. They did so without fear or care because they didn’t get it. They all played and they all laughed and they felt so damn safe. They didn’t see how fragile it all was.”

— Harlan Coben

250. “I ordered a cheeseburger and a beer from a waitress who looked as though she wanted to be in one of those want-to-get-away? commercials. She called me hon. I love when a waitress calls me hon.”

— Harlan Coben