Murder was apparently too common-place in the big city to attract much notice. Poor Luther, thought Lucy, as she headed back to the hotel. Even in death he was only a big fish in a small pond.

If looks could kill, she’d be a dead woman.

It’s a small-town rule: Never speak ill of the dead until the estate has paid the outstanding bills.

A girl had to do what a girl had to do and it looked as if this girl’s immediate future included chicken Caesar salad, chocolate cake, and Cary Grant.

Lucy had no complaints about her dinner. Anything was fine with her as long as she didn’t have to cook it.

Things can get pretty rough out there, " he says. "Can't they? For you girls? You're all a bunch of warriors, aren't you? Lionhearted.

Sometimes I lose perspective, but it helps to stop and look around. I may not have it all, but I have more than enough. And enough, it seems, is more than most have...

When I see people talking on the internet about me or my work it's almost always more a description of themselves and so I never really think of myself as anything more than just who I always was.

Oh my God, sociability is just a big smile and a big smile is nothing but teeth, I wish I could just stay up here and rest and be kind." But somebody brought up some wine and that started me off.

I would like to think that we have made much more progress, that we've come much further, to have someone like a Donald Trump to emerge as the nominee of a major political party.

I think it's the end of progress if you stand still and think of what you've done in the past. I keep on.

The most savage people are also the ugliest.

Time just seems to fly away for a boy. That, I s’pose, is why one day you wake up suddenly and you ain’t a boy any longer.

There are five Gospels: Matthew, Mark, Luke, John and the Christian. Most people will never read the first four.

All calls for justice require that victims feel avenged, and revenge is never just if it’s disproportionate.