He often wondered whether it were possible to be more possessed by desire for any other woman. The fact was that they functioned well together, and they had a connection as addictive as heroin.

Martin was dafter than a syphilitic polecat - where do I get these metaphors from?

It did no good to cry, she had learned that early on.

She wondered what she thought of herself, and came to the realization that she felt mostly indifference towards her entire life.

In ordinary detective novels you never see the consequences of what happens in a story in the next book. That you do in mine.

I'm not going to apologize for the way I've led my life.

Then she made up her mind.It was absurd to pretend that he did not exist.It no longer hurt her to see him. She opened the door wide and let him into her life again.