You can't make anyone love you and you can't stop anyone from dying.

Pay enough for anything and it passes for taste.

Ghosts don't haunt us. That's not how it works. They're present among us because we won't let go of them.

Grief rolled across the space between us like a wash of salt water.

He might be a man without character, but she was a woman without courage. Of the two, which was worse?

People in California seem to age at a different rate than the rest of the country. Maybe it's the passion for diet and exercise, maybe the popularity of cosmetic surgery. Or maybe we're afflicted with such a horror of aging that we've halted the process psychically.

any mystery writer is both magician and moralist ... two species of artist in short supply.