What did dead mean, Ray wondered. It meant lost, it meant frozen, it meant gone.

You look invincible,' my mother said one night. I loved these times, when we seemed to feel the same thing. I turned to her, wrapped in my thin gown, and said: I am.

How to Commit the Perfect Murder" was an old game in heaven. I always chose the icicle: the weapon melts away.

I don't do much public speaking. I did a lot of stuff for Bones, and then ended up having said yes to a lot of things that kept me on the road for a while for that, but then I pretty much stopped. I'm touring for this book, but when the tour is done, that'll be the end of it.

I was the girl he had chosen to kiss. He wanted, somehow to set me free. He didn't want to burn my photo or toss it away, but he didn't want to look at me anymore, either.

He had a moment of clarity about how life should be lived: not as a child or as a woman. They were the two worst things to be.

The damage can fester under layers of time and change, and an ignorant, thoughtless remark can easily reopen the wound.