the pain of that first lost was still raw. You could deal with it, endure it, but never escape it.

I'm not afraid of heights, but the idea of falling from them, well, that I'm afraid of.

Can you truly love anyone if you do not first love yourself? If you hate yourself, can you love anyone else? If you do not accept all of who you are, can you accept anyone else? Hard questions. It remains to be seen whether I get any answers, hard, or otherwise.

I didn't want to understand. Bert had been thrilled that the police wanted to put me on retainer. He told me I would gain valuable experience working with the police. All I had gained so far was a wider variety of nightmares.

I'm more influenced by my own interests than anyone else's. Writers have to entertain themselves, or they can't entertain anyone else

Questions are great, but only if you know the answers. If you ask questions and the answers surprise you, you look silly.

Compromise is an imperfect act.