I think mystery writers and thriller writers - whatever genre you want to call it - are taking on some of the biggest, most interesting kind of socioeconomic issues around in a really interesting, compelling way.

She released her grievances like handfuls of birdseed: They are there, and they are gone.

I have four or five ideas that just keep floating around and I want to kind of just let one - like a beautiful butterfly, let it land somewhere.

Friends see most of each other’s flaws. Spouses see every awful last bit.

The question I've asked more often during our marriage, if not out loud, if not to the person who could answer. I supposed these questions storm cloud over every marriage: What are you thinking how are you feeling? Who are you? What have we done to each other? What will we do?

To refuse has so many more consequences than submitting.

I assumed everything bad in the world could happen, because everything bad in the world already did happen.