..."better to have loved and lost" bullshit. Don't show me paradise and then burn it down.

I'm the Jerry Lewis of crime fiction.

We're called New Jersey but we're actually the suburbs of New York.

Its funny how you can let yourself forget for seconds, how even in the heat of the horrible, you can have moments when you fool yourself into thinking it might all be okay

In the end, we know what makes us happy. We also know what makes us unhappy. That's the irony. We know and yet we still mess it up. That's part of the human condition, no, and why we need to work on it.

Hope can be the most wonderful thing in the world or it can crush your heart like an eggshell.

The first sip of beer on a hot day is like that first finger-dip when you open a new jar of peanut butter.