I’m a dinosaur, he thought, lumbering through a world where truthtellersare despised.
Because my dad's Chinese-American, and they're very concrete, he said, 'There's no money to be made in literature.' So he told me to go into the sciences. And I was a good girl. And I did what Daddy s...
I think of myself as a fairly logical, scientific and somewhat reserved person. Maura Isles, the Boston medical examiner who appears in five of my books, is me. Almost everything I use in describing h...
My dad was Chinese-American and very conservative when it came to his family's futures. He said if I wanted to have a secure job, I should go into science. So I did what Dad said and went to medical s...
My dad's cooking was magic in the kitchen. But eventually over the years, his personality changed and his ability to remember recipes failed. He became paranoid and thought people were stealing from h...
You don't have to die to go to hell.
Had she always been so insulated from human contact, like a bloom encased in frost?
Gilding her hair. Her bow glides across
This unsub is a classic picquerist. Someone who uses a knife to achieve secondary or indirect sexual release. Picquerism is the act of stabbing or cutting, any repeated penetration of the skin with a...
There are hazards to every job, just like there are hazards to getting up in the morning. Driving to work, walking to the mailbox. Boarding a plane... The surprise isn't that we die. The surprise is h...
The most intimate feeling people can share is neither love nor hate, but pain.
He looked at her, and she couldn't contradict him. Nor could she offer any false reassurance. Silence, at least, was honest.
Because I never plan anything out ahead of time, I'm always in the process of learning about my characters. Without a biographical sketch to guide me, I discover things about my heroines as the storie...
THE GIRL WAS TWENTY-THREE POUNDS OF NO! NO, BED! NO, SLEEP! No, no, no!
She siged, a sound of regret for childhood transgressions, for all the lessons learned too late.
İtibar kırılgan bir şeydir; bir ince çatlak onu paramparça eder.
Meat comes from the supermarket, where it’s wrapped in plastic. No guts involved.
With every year that I grow older, I also draw closer to (my loved ones) to the day when we will once again be together. So I march through the deepening shadows, serene and unafraid, because I know t...
We are all descended from monsters.
There is honor between bitches