A perfect family, I think, is one that’s learned how to forgive.
When it comes to locations, I'm one of those crazy authors who has to see it, touch it, taste it, before I trust myself to recreate it for my readers. Having said that, visiting a locked-down pediatri...
Why worry about the monster beneath the bed when a very real bogeyman sleeps on top of it?
When men are cruel, it’s capricious. When women are cruel, it’s serious.
We all wear masks. And the more we have to hide, the more accomplished the veneer.
This was the pattern of my life: to love men who didn’t deserve me, and, knowing that, to yearn for their love anyway.
They died, leaving behind the kind of void that is never filled, a relentless ache that follows an abandoned child throughout her entire life. And
The truth did not always set you free. Sometimes it bound you to dark, bloody deeds and cost you the people you loved.
So you've studied psychobabble and you've attended half of the FBI Academy. What does that make you?Someone who also lost her sister. And her mother, too, for that matter. Trump. In the contest of who...
One sister. Younger, of course. I terrorized her for most of our childhood. On the other hand, every time I fell asleep in the family room, she put makeup on my face and took pictures. So I guess it e...
No. I joined the FBI so I could be heavily armed, and also help others.
Let me be the first to say, there isn't a hell big enough for some of the assholes we have walking here on this earth.
Kendinize ait parçalar vardır, sayısız parçalar, bunları bir kez feda ederseniz bir daha asla yerine koyamazsınız.
It’s true that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. But no one says that strength doesn’t come at a price.
It takes a villain to make a hero.And it took a monster to make me.
Dying for someone is easy. J.T. murmured now; as if reading my mind.Living for yourself, that's hard.
But welcome to the world of being a survivor. You make it out alive, and yet you spend the rest of your life wondering woulda, coulda, shoulda.
Because sometimes pain is knowing, and sometimes pain is sharing that knowledge with someone who loves you but can't do anything to help.
And part of brilliance isn’t just solving a problem; it’s seeing a problem no one else realizes is a problem yet.
Look at him. But I can’t. Too many things are exploding in my head, and the memories are both simpler and more horrible