John Hart Quote

I looked at the high walls where once-white paint had grayed and then peeled. Barbara had always said the house had good bones, and she was right about that; but it had no heart, not with us living inside it. In place of laughter, trust, and joy, there was a hollow emptiness, a kind of rot, and I marveled at my blindness. Was it the alcohol, I wondered, that had made it bearable? Or was it something else, some inner failing? Maybe it was neither. They say that if you drop a frog into boiling water, he'll hop right out. But put the same frog into cold water and slowly turn up the heat, and he'll sit quietly until his blood begins to boil. He'll let himself be cooked alive. Maybe that's how it was for me. Maybe I was like that frog.


Ch. 31. - The King of Lies (2006)


I looked at the high walls where once-white paint had grayed and then peeled. Barbara had always said the house had good bones, and she was right...

I looked at the high walls where once-white paint had grayed and then peeled. Barbara had always said the house had good bones, and she was right...

I looked at the high walls where once-white paint had grayed and then peeled. Barbara had always said the house had good bones, and she was right...

I looked at the high walls where once-white paint had grayed and then peeled. Barbara had always said the house had good bones, and she was right...