No one understood striving for second place. It was un-American. She just wanted peace,
My court-appointed therapist would say I was trying to fill a hole. Is that what you call your vagina? Claire chuckled under her breath.
It was odd how you could love something so much, but forget about it when it wasn’t right under your nose.
It didn't take a Harvard economist to figure out that it'd be a hell of a lot cheaper spending money on helping keep kids safe when they were younger than it was to put them in jail when they were old...
Inside, he had forgotten what it was like to hear a woman’s voice, listen to the sort of complaints that only women could have. Bad haircuts. Rude store clerks. Chipped nails. Men wanted to talk about...
I told her, I’m Wayne, and this is—
His voice had changed again. He liked this. He liked seeing her squirm. He was absorbing her fear like a succubus. Lydia heard an echo of the last words Paul Scott had ever spoken to her: Tell me you...
Claire looked at the anniversary painting again. She thought about Paul as a child. She’d seen pictures—his winsome, toothy grin; the way his ears poked out from his giant head when he was six and sev...
Claire joined her, absently watching a lone squirrel hop across the decking and drink saline water from the pool. Asking what to do next was a loaded question, because what it all boiled down to was w...
As hard as it was to hold on to things, it was even harder to let them go.
All of your friends told the sheriff that you danced because you loved dancing, not because you were trying to attract men.
These were the qualities that painted young men as smart and ambitious and young women as trouble.
Somewhere on earth, there was always a book with an answer in it, and the best way to find that answer was to read every book you could get your hands on.
Seemed to match the erratic
Why is it that we always neglect the things that matter most? This is a universal question, because through the days and weeks and months and years after your disappearance, I understood that I did no...
What’s that noise? she asked. Jeb pointed to a gutter hanging off the roofline. I’m just now getting to it, he
This was the beginning of something that might lead to everything or nothing at all. To
This sheriff goes into a saloon and says, I’m lookin’ for a cowboy wearing a brown paper vest and brown paper pants.’ He waited a beat, making sure Sara was listening. ‘The bartender says, What’s he w...
Therefore all things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them: for this is the law and the prophets.’ The Golden Rule, Charlie said. Do unto others as they do unto you.
There were good guys and bad guys, and to protect one, you did what you had to do to the other.