Maté a Abel porque no podía matarte a ti, pero en mi intención estás muerto.

People and their dwellings were such a thin dust on the surface of the globe, like invisible specks of bacteria on an orange, and the feeble lights of kebab shops and supermarkets failed utterly to re...

Perhaps this is the purpose of detective investigations, real and fictional -- to transform sensation, horror and grief into a puzzle, and then to solve the puzzle, to make it go away. 'The detective...

Just because you start attempting to do right, doesn’t mean people will let you forget about what you’ve done wrong…Be encouraged

Just leave me alone. I'm not myself. I'm falling apart, and I don't want you here.

Remembering the past always comes with an image or a view attached.

Sharing a room with the person you want most is like sharing a room with an open fire.He's constantly drawing you in. And you're constantly stepping too close. And you know it's not good--that there i...

She [Beatrice] alone was still real for him, still implied meaning in the world, and beauty. Her nature became his landmark - what Melville would call, with more sobriety than we can now muster, his G...

She gave a low and delighted chuckle. Her eyes were black as a moonless December night and reflected the electric lights like stars.

She had to live in this bright, red gabled house with the nurse until it was time for her to die... I thought how little we know about the feelings of old people. Children we understand, their fears a...

She heard nothing but experienced a sensation that prickled along her spine like a warm touch caressing her skin. Slowly, with the care of prey beneath a predator's survey, she turned her head- and me...

She knew that she had a tendency to allow her mind to wander, but surely that's what made the world interesting. One thought led to another, one memory triggered another. How dull it would be, she tho...

She loved mysteries so much that she became one.

She shrugged her shoulders, then shifted her attention to the hand-labeled glass jars of honey. Which one do you want to use?Something mild to go with the cheese.The milkweed blossom?Isabel nodded. We...

She would be a sparkling accent on his arm. She speaks flawless French and Italian, and has a limitless supply of charm when she wishes to dispense it. And'd she'll use him. She'll take, take more. If...

O Death, rock me asleep, bring me to quiet rest, let pass my weary guiltless ghost out of my careful breast.

Who I am as a guitarist is defined by my failure to become Jimi Hendrix.

You leave home to seek your fortune and, when you get it, you go home and share it with your family.

I wrote because I needed to and wanted to. It never occurred to me that I'd become famous.

Sides are being divided now. It's very obvious. So if you're on the other side of the fence, you're suddenly anti-American. It's breeding fear of being on the wrong side.