Better to lose oneself in action than to wither in despair.

There's a market for mysteries for adults. That feeling of opening a book and delving inside and not coming out until you've closed the book.

I write what I'd like to read and just hope that, along the way, others might like to read them, too.

When reason sleeps, the monsters of repression will emerge.

You make a life out of what you have, not what you're missing.

Oh, Grey, no one really likes keeping secrets. The only thing that makes a secret fun is knowing that you weren't supposed to tell it.

And then he was kissing her, and she was struck by his nearness, his solidity, his smell. It was of the garden and the earth and the sun. When Cassandra opened her eyes, she realized she was crying. She wasn't sad, though, these were the tears of being found, of having come home after a long time away.