I kissed her, a long hard kiss. Because baby didn't know it, but baby was dead, and in a way I couldn't have loved her more.

There are thirty-two ways to write a story, and I’ve used every one, but there is only one plot – things are not as they seem.

It doesn't matter what answers you get if you ask the wrong questions.

Then he laughed and she laughed. And quivering with the movement of the train, the dead man seemed to laugh too.

If the Good Lord made a mistake in us people it was in making us want to live when we’ve got the least excuse for it.

When life attains a crisis, man’s focus narrows. […] The world becomes a stage of immediate concern, swept free of illusion.

I found out long ago that the place where the law is apt to be abused the most is right around a courthouse.