Quotes from Robert Dugoni

We die and everything goes on, the same as before.

things hadn't worked out as I'd planned didn't mean things couldn't work out at all. I

Because William taught me that you can't expect to be treated as a man if you act like a child, and that every life is precious and can be lost in an instant of stupidity or bad luck. He taught me not to waste the opportunities I had, because so many young men never had a chance at them, never had the chance to grow old.

with a napkin. "Does it ever get better?" Celia set down her wine and put out a hand, taking Maggie's. "You know I'd be lying if I said it did, right?" Maggie nodded. "I know." "In time, though, you learn how to live with the pain. You learn how to live with all the memories, and you learn not to fear them. You learn to embrace them, to welcome them." Maggie started to cry. Celia got up and

giving up caffeine would be like cutting off gasoline from a car engine.

success was when opportunity met preparation. To succeed you had to be prepared

success was when opportunity met preparation.

People say the justice system is color-blind, but it isn't. It sees color, and it sees green. It will always see green. We like to think our courts are the great equalizer between the powerful and the powerless, but more times than not, money and power still prevail. To the Jack Devines of this world, Bennet wasn't the victim because in Jack Devine's way of thinking, everything was OK because he paid for it.

Dying is hardest on the living.

I once heard a judge tell a defendant there was a difference between being sorry for his actions and being sorry he got caught

When it comes to psychopaths, there is no medication. There is no treatment. There is no cure. There are only prisons. —JENI GREGORY, PHD, LICSW, CCM, CCTP

Dan's smell lingered on the pillow. He'd been a gentle and patient lover, his hands firm but his touch soft, just as she'd imagined. He'd given her time to relax, to free her mind until she was no longer thinking, just reacting to the motion of his body and the touch of his hands. When she'd climaxed, she'd clung to him, not wanting the feeling, or him, to leave her.

It's been twenty years, Lieutenant. I've gone through it every day for twenty years. I'll get through these days the same way I got through those, one bad day at a time.

learn just one thing from his death, if you learn that life is fragile at any age, and that every day is a gift. His death won't be for nothing if you learn to celebrate each morning that you wake, take a breath, and realize you're still alive and the day is filled with endless potential.

the walls were down, the only thing I could do was rebuild.

My death would be noted with nothing more than a headstone bearing the dates of my birth and my death to let the world know I had been here.

Tracy assessed Shirley Berkman to be midfifties trying to look midthirties.

Being a parent meant exposing a part of your heart to incredible joy and happiness, but also to the possibility of unspeakable despair and agony.

May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine upon your face, the rains fall soft upon your fields. And until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of his hand." "Ditto

Shaving your head—the balding man's solution to hair loss

That's like complaining you're getting a gut, so you go on an all-Twinkie diet.

Nothing's routine when the doctor has to slip that mask over your face and tell you nighty-night.

I had watched Grandma O'Malley, a proud and simple woman, shrink and wrinkle and turn white over the years. But we expect that of our grandparents. Not our parents. For some reason, we think our parents will never grow old, perhaps because when they do, we are forced to acknowledge that we will one day grow old, and we face our own mortality.

Time is wicked. It comes and goes like a thief in the night, stealing