Oh, for the love of God. There is no agent more agent than you. I swear you have pin-striped ties encrypted into your DNA. When you die, the coffin is going to read Property of the FBI.
It wasn’t that strangers couldn’t hurt you. It was simply that the people you loved could do it so much better.
It was not the past that broke you. - It was the empty future, the endless string of days filled with none of the people who mattered most.
I was always proud of him. Even when he had to leave in the middle of birthday parties or missed them altogether. His job sounded so larger-than-life to me. Like something a superhero would do. People...
Bad people don’t want to deal with the powerful. They prey on the weak.
Wounds. No petechial hemorrhages, which rules out strangulation. No bleeding in the ears, which eliminates some brain traumas. We do have a large
To transfer her rage after all. She wanted David Price dead. And then, for the first time, she truly understood Griffin. And then, for the first time, she had an inkling of an idea. The front door ope...
What I learned is that it's arrogant to be certain of anything. The world is a complex place and only idiots or assholes think they know it all.
Violence, the great equaliser. Cared nothing for money, class, occupation. One day, it simply found you.
The past has a will of its own. It wants to be heard.
Special Agent Quincy had earned his stripes as one of the Bureau’s finest profilers.
Sometimes I think rage is like a furnace, and I’ve been angry for so many years now, I’m perpetually heated from the inside out.
So Jimmy gained a beautiful wife and Catherine gained a bank account. Bobby shrugged. Sounds like half the marriages of the rich and famous. What's the problem?
Not to mention there are at least seven locks between you and the outside world. First lock is on your cell door. Get by
Not the cute kind of cuckoo, or the lights-on-but-nobody's-home loony. She's really, genuinely, sold my-soul-to-the-devil crazy. She don't care about me or anyone else in the place. I mean, sure, she...
No, wait, I drink any more java, I’m gonna start pissing Colombians.
Mothers hold close, fathers let go. Maybe that’s the way of the world.
Is he a renegade, works best by himself, alienates those in authority?Actually, that would be you, dear.True
Do you really think it’s all gone away? Mental illness has just moved underground, into the homeless shelters and the city parks. Out of sight, out of mind for the taxpayers. It’s a crying shame.
Chances are that he’s experiencing a great deal of guilt and self-loathing. Someone needs to help him come to terms with that. Otherwise, there is the danger that he will simply shut down that part of...