It wasn’t that strangers couldn’t hurt you. It was simply that the people you loved could do it so much better.

I loved ghost stories, creaky staircases, stormy nights. If it guaranteed nightmares I read it by flashlight, after midnight.

You try as a parent. You love beyond reason. You fight beyond endurance. You hope beyond despair. You never think, until the very last moment, that it still might not be enough.

If you choose to do something, do it with your utmost. And remember, expect nothing and life will be velvet.

The only time you're calm, you're centered, you're at peace, is when someone's trying to kill you. And that's just plain twisted.

I think one of the appeals of suspense is to safely explore our innermost fears.

Life may not be perfect, at least it offered moments that were perfect enough.

Before I became a suspense novelist, I wrote romantic suspense as Alicia Scott.

Women cry. Men laugh. Whiners moan. Men laugh. Wimps complain. Men laugh.

Youth is no excuse for sloppiness.

I like to believe my suspense novels marry the strong characters from my romance writing past, with the twisty, clever plots of my mystery writing present.

Killing people in the name of religion does not make it religious.

Stay away from her.""Okay.""Keep your hands off her.""I'll try."He scowled at me."I will, " I said.

To say that an idea is fashionable is to say, I think, that it has been adulterated to a point where it is hardly an idea at all.

History teaches that a race of people is best preserved where the greater number hold one common spirit in consequence of the similarity of their accustomed and indisputable principles.

I do hope that for the young women watching the show they know it is heightened reality and just grown ups playing teenagers. That's not how it is supposed to go. Just keep it to yourself.

Was it animal pee or human pee? Someone asked. How would I know? What, am I an expert in the study of pee?

I am the kind of person that takes everything as is and then look at it from the outside looking in.

Our life is two fold Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality.

Trees cause pollution.

Running provides an outlet for my mind to relax and my peace to be still.