Quotes from Carol O'Connell

After my first book was published, I received an envelope full of religious material from a fan who wanted to save my soul. That's when I knew I was on to something.

You know it's a dysfunctional family," said Riker, "when the one you like best is a mass murderer.

And the civilian yelled, "I'm from the Times !" which made him a reporter and thus a legal kill in the codebook of the NYPD.

On the way home from school, we stop off for a slice of pizza -- Phoebe's treat. She says there's an upside to what they did to me today. I've marked my place in the annals of school history. She says, "They'll never get that bloodstain out.

The little man behind that desk was the joke candidate of election years, best remembered for his trademark yellow bowtie. In Riker's fashion philosophy, bows should be reserved to the pigtails of little girls or the collars of tiny dogs hatched from peanut shells.

Hubris, thy name is Mallory -- she believed she could get away with mouthing off to the chief of D's in front of witnesses. She could not. Coffey could tell that much by the change in the atmosphere -- the dead silence of a room with too many guns in it.

Charles did not hear the door close, yet he knew that he was alone. Though he might not always see her coming, he could always tell when he had been left behind. So simple, really. He kept getting hit by the same damn train.

Today, in jeans and a sweatshirt, she was dressed in solid gray right down to her boots, and he wondered if this was Loman's idea of fashion, matching the color of her clothes to her hair.

Jack Coffey shrugged, and this was akin to waving a white flag of surrender. Sometimes losing was a good idea. Failure could be so restful. His tension headache was gone even before his two detectives had been dispatched uptown to Central Park.

Sempre que sonhava, morria no sonho.

And so he suspected the mayor of easing the budget crunch for sheltering the poor by giving them one-way bus tickets to warmer climates. And that was cold.

Toothbrushes kept company with cellophane-packaged voodoo dolls and all the other little things that tourists might have forgotten to bring with them. Charles

As an alien in a television nation, he was never made anxious by manic broadcasters with red alerts and terrorist forecasts, for he preferred to read newspapers, which told him only what had actually happened.

Unable to reach back to her book bag, she was reduced to reading the advertising cards above the heads of other passengers. One sign said 'Kiss warts and bunions goodbye.' Another ad was for Right to Life proponents. If you knew an unwed mother-to-be, there was a number where you could turn her in.

He could hear noises of a pet inside the apartment, one too small to bark like a real dog.

Mallory took no great pride in this, for defeating the FBI's outdated system was a rite of passage for small children all over America.

Keeping track of Oren had once been the schoolgirl hobby of summer vacations.

Miss Rice loaned me the negatives, and I ordered these prints from the drugstore in town. No comparison to Josh's work. He was gifted in a dying art form. I don't think he would've cared for the age of digital cameras.

A suicide club? You're a bit young for such a dead-end idea." The girl only lifted one slight shoulder in response, and her friend said, "We're from Jersey," as if that said it all.

You know it's a dysfunctional family," said Riker, "when the one you like the best is a mass murderer.

When she got off at 117th Street, the subway's morning ammonia smell was beginning to accumulate more legitimate odors of authentic urine as she passed by a man pissing on the wall.

when one went fishing in information networks, one also became fish food.