Personally, I'd rather grow old alone than in the company of anyone I've met so far. I don't experience myself as lonely, incomplete, or unfulfilled, but I don't talk about that much. It seems to piss people off--especially men. (Kinsey Millhone)

Pay enough for anything and it passes for taste.

You try to keep life simple but it never works, and in the end all you have left is yourself.

You kill people you hate or you kill in rage or you kill to get even, but you don't kill someone you're indifferent to.

A is for Alibi, my first book, was published in 1982. As it happened the next couple of books took place in June and August of that year. Without meaning to I painted myself into a corner. The other issue was the aging process. I did not want my main character to age one year for every book so I slowed the whole process down. This way I could get through all 26 letters of the alphabet without making her 109 years old in 2015. I might end the series in either 1990 or on New Years Eve 1989.

God save us from the people who want to do what's best for us.

Insecure people have a special sensitivity for anything that finally confirms their own low opinion of themselves.