You can't go back to something once it's dead.
You can believe anything you like.
Why not? You’ve already interrupted my work. Sorry about that, but here’s the deal. I want to talk to the players in the case, but I have no cover story and no bargaining power. I can hardly pass myse...
We are here this afternoon to mourn the passing of two good friends, Terrence Dace and Felix Beider. They were homeless. Their ways were not those we most desire for ourselves, but that didn’t make th...
Verbal clashes seldom come to a satisfying end. They peter out in weak retorts that leave you wishing you’d been as clever in the moment as you are in reviewing the conversation later.
There’s no point to anything if you get right down to it. We could all blow out brains out, but we don’t.
There's something inherent in human nature that has us constructing narratives to explain a world that is otherwise chaotic and opaque. Life is little more than a series of overlapping stories about w...
There's nothinng like an outsider's idle glance to make you conscious of your own environment.
There was a certain, subterranean moral code in play, but surely, I could think of a way around that old thing.
The basic characteristics of any good investigator are a plodding nature and infinite patience. Society has inadvertently been grooming women to this end for years.
Sometimes being fooled by love is worth the price. At least you know you're alive and capable of feeling, even if all you end up with is chest pain.
Some death is as silent as the flight of a bird, some prey as unprotesting as a knot of rags. The
So far, I felt like I had a lapful of confetti and the notion of piecing it all together to make a picture seemed very remote indeed.
People can hold out just so long and then they fold.
Pain was better than anxiety any day of the week and sweat was better than depression.
Missing someone is a vague, unpleasant sensation, like gnawing anxiety. It isn't as concrete as grief, but it's just as pervasive and there's no escaping it.
Maturity would have been a big help, but that didn’t come until later.
Just what it said. I left a message telling him I had a garage full of stuff I needed to get rid of. I knew he’d be in the neighborhood the twenty-fourth, so all I had to do was give him my address. I...
I’m always aware that under the spritely twitter of birds, bones are being crunched and ribbons of flesh are being stripped away, all of it the work of bright-eyed creatures without feeling or conscie...
It’s been my observation, after years in the business, that a certain percent of the population simply can’t resist the urge to cheat.