And if all of us are play-acting, there can be no such thing as a soul mate, because we don't have genuine souls.

Ah, well, being conflicted means you can live a shallow life without copping to be a shallow person.

Because isn’t that the point of every relationship: to be known by someone else, to be understood? He gets me. She gets me. Isn’t that the simple magic phrase?

There are no really new stories anymore.

I've suffered betrayal with all five senses. For over a year.

My dad had limitations. That's what my good-hearted mom always told us. He had limitations, but he meant no harm. It was kind of her to say, but he did do harm.

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.