He was a wild one as a lad, and there's a look about him that says he could be again." Kathy sighed. "I've always had a soft spot for a wild heart in a man. Have you no sweetheart in the States then, Jude?" "No." She thought briefly of William. Had she ever considered her husband her sweetheart? "No one special." "If they're not special, what would the point be?

Nothing ever seems too bad, too hard or too sad when you've got a Christmas tree in the living room. All those presents under it, all that anticipation. Just a way of saying there's always light and hope in the world.

I wonder if you can understand, I never really knew what it was to want, until you.

[First line] “The business of murder took time, patience, skill, and a tolerance for the monotonous.

People who say not to speak ill of the dead are hypocrites, because you can take it ot the bank they're thinking ill.

Every writer needs an editor. I don't care how good you are or think you are.

It shouldn't make you sad to know you're loved, Grayson." But it did. It made him sad, and panicked, and for just a moment, wishful.