Love makes saints or sinners out of men.

I'm still picking pockets--I just do it as legally as I can. Being married to a cop limits certain activities.

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

I think she was the love of his life. When you've got one of those, it does stuff to you. It makes you think about them even when you're doing routine things. It makes you want to protect them, to make them happy and safe.

Make a life with me, one that comes from love, one that I can watch grow in you. Only a fool would believe that what comes from what we have together would be anything but beautiful.

Necessity is often the mother of balls

Sex might satisfy, food might fuel, love might sustain, but without coffee, what is the point?