Some people spend their whole lives looking for themselves, yet our self is the one thing we surely cannot lose (how like a cheap philosopher I am become, staying in this benighted place). From the moment we are conceived it is the pattern in our blood and our bones are printed through with it like sticks of seaside rock. Nora, on the other hand, says that she’s surprised anyone knows who they are, considering that every cell and molecule in our bodies has been replaced many times over since we were born.

Men had no purpose on earth whereas women were gods walking unrecognized among them.

I've always loved mysteries, the something there that you didn't know, and with 'Case Histories' I just decide to make that more up-front.

Time was a thief, he stole your life away from you and the only way you could get it back was to outwit him and snatch it right back.

What if we had a chance to do it again and again, until we finally did get it right? Wouldn't that be wonderful?

Probably not needing to be published would give me more time to think about a book.

You can step in the same river but the water will always be new.