Alafair Burke is one of the finest young crime writers working today.

When you love someone, it doesn't really matter if they love you back or not. Having love in your heart for someone is its own reward. or punishment, depending on the circumstances.

The Universe doesn't like secrets. It conspires to reveal the truth, to lead you to it.

Many people believe that evil is the presence of something. I think it's the absence of something.

I think that's the moment when we all grow up, when we stop blaming our parents for the messes we've made out of our lives and start owning the consequences of our actions.

You can cut the ties that bind but not without losing a part of yourself. You can walk away and hide from the people who made you, but you'll always hear them calling your name.

The universe conspires to reveal the truth and to make your path easy if you have the courage to follow the signs.

We can't hold on to anyone or anything, you know. We lose everything except that which we carry within us.

It's strange how memory gets twisted and pulled like taffy in its retelling, how a single event can mean something different to everyone present.

The past is history. The future is a mystery. The present is a gift.

Hope is good. Without it, well, you do the math. But hope has to be like a prayer. Putting it out there to something more powerful than yourself.

He needs a looser association. He needs something that implies a man who wants the ice shard to remain in his chest, who's learned to love the sensation of being pierced.

The embrace at the airport and stolen glances of Poe wasn't enough for him. Oliver needed to be closer to her again--emotionally and physically. His stomach clenched. Why couldn't Poe be his?

If we don't take effective measures now, the Netherlands could be torn between two extreme rights.

The Sandinista revolution was without any question a popular insurrection.

Shepherds at the grange, Where the Babe was born, Sang with many a change, Christmas carols until morn.

Nothing is quite as intoxicating as the smell of bacon frying in the morning, save perhaps the smell of coffee brewing.

Coaches are basically schizophrenic. We are pessimistic to the press and among fellow coaches, but to our team, we are the eternal optimists.

Climate change has taken on political dimensions. That's odd because I don't see people choosing sides over E=Mc2 or other fundamental facts of science.

Those who can take that crabbed tree handsomely upon their back, and fasten it on cannily, shall find it such a burden as wings unto a bird, or sails to a ship.

Look at the other side of things even if you know you'll never agree. It creates empathy.