The note wasn't signed, but I could tell it was from Morelli by the way my nipples got hard.

When people ask what you do, tell them you're a writer. Put yourself on the line. Make a commitment.

Honey, a man can't keep his gun in a cookie jar. It just isn't done.

Am I to assume you would rather not have us as clients?"
 "Let me think about that for a nanosecond," Dickie said. "Yes! Last time you were in my office you tried to kill me."
 "That's an exaggeration. Maim you, yes. Kill you, probably not."


Yeah, I like that idea. Maybe he'll shoot at us again. I was hoping someone would shoot at me today. That was the first thing I said when I got up: Boy, I hope I get shot at today.

I need to look like an idiot at least twice a day to keep myself humble.

You can run, but you can't hide, Cupcake." Morelli said. "I'll find you." "You are such a cop." "Tell me about it.