Everything you do in war is a crime in peace

the true and the plausible are rarely the same.

The experiences of the heartless are so limited. It is hate that is blind. Love may miss a flaw here and there, but hate misses beauty everywhere.

Nobody believes in ghosts, but everybody is afraid of them.

Falling in love is like religious conversion. It goes on for a long time below the threshold before it reaches consciousness.

Thunderstorms were rare in California, but when they came they were, like most things in California, larger than life.

Every criminal leaves psychic fingerprints. And he can't wear gloves to hide them.