Then, like a born and bred asshole, he added to the sheriff, "He writes murder mysteries.

What I like about cooking is that, so long as you follow the recipe exactly, everything always turns out perfect. It’s too bad there’s no recipe for happiness. Happiness is more like pastry—which is to say that you can take pains to keep cool and not overwork the dough, but if you don’t have that certain light touch, your best efforts still fall flat. The work-around is to buy what you need. I’m talking about pastry, not happiness, although money does make things easier all around.

Knowing and believing are two different things.

I don't know if real courage lies in storming barricades or simply not denying the truth.

...Jake, a homosexual cop buried so deep in the closet he didn't know where to look for himself.

How did people get over this? They obviously did. Every day someone fell in love with the wrong person and had to pack up all their fragile, misguided hopes and unwanted affection, and move on to the next picnic table.

All cynics are disappointed idealists. The more stars in the eyes, the harder the fall.