God's a busy guy. He don't have time to micromanage. What are the chances he heard that? It's early in the morning. He's probably having breakfast with Mrs. God.

And the closest I've come to an out-of-body experience was when Joe Morelli took his mouth to me fourteen years ago, behind the eclair case.

Wondering where Ranger was now, when I needed him. Why wasn’t he here, insisting on locking me up in a safe house? Now that my hamster’s cage was clean, I’d be happy to oblige.

Truth is, I'm a good Catholic girl. The faith has always been elusive, but the guilt is intractable.

Only men you can count on these days are Ben and Jerry.

It was dark and raining, with bad visibility, but this was Jersey, and we don't slow down for anything.

I've finally reached a stage in my career where I can do what I want.