Life

Great and small suffer the same mishaps.

Getting lost is the only place worth going to.

All we have is the story we tell. Everything we do, every decision we make, our strength, weakness, motivation, history, and character-what we believe-none of it is real; it's all part of the story we tell.

We are not defined by the things we accumulate, but by the memories we impart.

But who, in these modern times, slept well?

Life is not about reasons, explanations, interpretations, or solutions. It's all about actions and reactions.

She was halfway through the revolving door when the thought hit her; she was the one who had seen Junior and Luther fighting before the banquet. She was the one had told Detective Sullivan. Overcome with guilt, she grabbed Ted’s arm and faced him. “It’s because of me,” she said. “Junior was arrested because of me!

I don’t need to go to heaven or hell. I have been both places and always wanted more. I will settle for somewhere in between, so eternity never becomes dull and every miracle is something I never take for granted.

One day it's the ringing of the bells and the casting down of the evil tyrant, and the next it's everyone sitting around complaining that ever since the tyrant was overthrown no one's been taking out the trash.

I am what I am.

The devil has put a penalty on all things we enjoy in life. Either we suffer in health or we suffer in soul or we get fat.

To know Paris, Bruno began, pulling on his cigarette, you need to relax, have a glass of wine, and enjoy life.

Don't waste today regretting yesterday instead of making a memory for tomorrow.

Ah, life in medieval times! Yeah, we only have to worry about losing our heads every day.

Look for the woman in the dress. If there is no woman, there is no dress.

Prison is a second-by-second assault on the soul, a day-to-day degradation of the self, an oppressive steel and brick umbrella that transforms seconds into hours and hours into days.

Being a writer is not just about typing. It’s also about surviving the rollercoaster of the creative journey.

A human life is poetry written in our heart.

In my experience there are only a handful of reasons for murder....Jealousy, vengeance, greed, fear and pleasure....Some killers enjoy the kill....For them it is a great game, and for the most part they are the ones I hunt.

The mask's back in place. The heard-it-all smile. The seen-it-all eyes.