If it is possible to die of grief then why on earth can't someone be healed by happiness?

My dad used to say that living with regrets was like driving a car that only moved in reverse.

We are all, I suppose, beholden to our parents - the question is, how much?

The problem was, you couldn't have one without the other. There couldn't be a bad guy unless there was a good guy to create the standard. And there couldn't be a good guy until a bad guy showed just how far off the path he might stray.

I haven't run out of ideas yet. Usually while I'm working on a book, I'm doing research for the next one!

Mistakes are like the memories you hide in an attic: old love letters from relationships that tanked, photos of dead relatives, toys from a childhood you miss. Out of sight is out of mind, but somewhere deep inside you know they still exist. And you also know that you're avoiding them.

As for his name, well, what attorney wouldn't want to be able put a Judge in a crate every now and then?