He talked about how people always obsess about lies. Damn lies, But no one really understands that the real danger is truth.
He said, What a rapist takes from a woman is her future. The person she is going to become, who she is supposed to be, is gone. In many ways, it’s worse than murder, because he has killed that potenti...
First you must have the images. Then come the words. —Robert James Waller.
Everyone had a reason for everything they did, even if that reason was sometimes stupidity.
Claire took a stuttered breath. She couldn’t stand the soft, reassuring tone of his voice. There was still an infinitesimal part of her that wanted her husband to somehow make it all better.
Charlie watched her husband’s boss grip the sides of the podium like he was about to sodomize it.
Tutor in the computer lab. Claire was an art history major. She had never been good at math. Or at least she’d never tried to be, which was the same thing. She could vividly remember the first time sh...
Small woman, maybe five-three on a good day. Her attitude filled the room, and she walked with a swagger that rivaled a bullfighter’s.
Yeah? I miss the way you taste. She tried to sound bored. It’s still Colgate. That’s not the taste I was talking about.
When your father died, I remember standing at his grave and thinking, This is the place where I can leave my grief. It wasn't immediately, of course, but I had somewhere to go, and every time I visite...
This seemed to be how dads taught their boys to be men, but there had to be a point, maybe early on, when they were able to hold their hands. One tiny one engulfed by one big one.
Third domino: Statistically, rapists didn’t just rape once. If they got away with it, they generally kept raping. Even if they didn’t get away with it, the recidivism rate was so high that they might...
They tried to bury us. They didn’t know we were seeds. —Mexican Proverb
There was something about the way this man touched my youngest child that set my teeth on edge. His arm linked through hers as they walked up to the house. His hand stayed at her back as they climbed...
The smell of fresh air made Kate’s eyes sting. She looked up. The pole lights were on. The sun was sinking like a stone. Maggie asked, Where’s your car parked?
The only reason my daughter has not come home is because someone is keeping her. Keeping her.
The older sister could have been an overachiever who cast the kind of shadow in which nothing could grow.
The casket was gunmetal gray with a blanket of white lilies covering the closed lid. The smell of wet earth was pungent as the machine lowered his body into the grave. Claire’s knees went weak. Her gr...
That’s a fantastic idea, Sweetpea. Lydia layered on the sarcasm. You believe that a high-ranking police officer might possibly be covering up a murder, or maybe is somehow involved in it, or filming i...
That's the problem with life, Sam. If you're not rising, you're falling.