Quotes from Brian Freeman

The knife was warm, heated by the dying man's severed entrails.

breathing. He coughed from deep inside his lungs

It's one thing to be the mistress. That's easy work. But to get the ring? That takes a ruthless cunning you can't help but respect.

Do you always carry a gun?' Peach asked. *** 'It's Florida,' Annalie said. She hefted her purse up and down as if she were working out with weights. 'Even Mickey Mouse probably carries a piece.

Tarla answered the door in a black silk nightgown and robe. Her feet were bare. Her bed hair was mussed. She was beautiful, but he could see a hint of age in her face, as if it were the first time he'd noticed that she was growing older.

when she stood up

The closet door was closed. She always kept it closed. She'd been the one to open the door and find her father hanging from the rod by the loop of his belt.

weirdness was the coin of the realm in San Francisco.

we all have one Jane Doe out there. That one girl who will change our lives. Some people die not knowing who she is. At least you found yours.

He missed corded phones, which you could slam into their cradle.

In the face of severe trauma, the brain could conjure entire worlds that didn't exist as a way of blocking out reality. Hallucinations of people and places. Delusions that the mind refused to give up.

Jess had pulled the trigger tonight. No cop did that without going through hell. It didn't matter who was on the other end of the bullet.

When I fall in love, I fall hard and fast. That's why I'm careful about what I get myself into.

back to the hotel, and that was why he'd

Frankie sighed. "Phobias aren't rational, Harmon." "Yeah

It occurred to her that the best thing to do was to go back home and wait for the two deputies to return and hand the boy over to them.

She wants to tell him that life is about leaving, but that love is about memories.

The issue with you hasn't changed, Hallie. Not since you were a girl. Blocked memories start out by protecting you, but later they can become a kind of cancer.

When I was a girl, the only thing I wanted to do was write books that would take me around the world. I guess when the place where you are doesn't feel like home, you always want to be somewhere else.

even in the wake of terrible grief, life would go on.

Never trust a river, Dylan. Give a river even half a chance, and it'll try to kill you.

Change requires sacrifice. Cahnge requires acceptance of your sins.

Change requires sacrifice. Change requires acceptance of your sins.

Life's about making choices, Dylan. This was my choice. I don't have a single regret.