Quotes from Lisa Gardner

Catherine and watch my legal troubles go away. Or

The law is the law. I'm just saying that for most of the judicial system, you do your crime, you serve your time. Brewster went to jail but he's still serving time and will be for the rest of his life. Ironically enough, he would've been slightly better off had he killed the girl instead of sleeping with her. And as a member of the judicial system, I'm not comfortable with that analysis.

So far, I'm understanding why the media reports on her disappearance were thin and vague. There's no narrative. Angelique was a good girl.

eagle on her own bed, staring up at the ceiling with sightless blue eyes. Pretty features appearing nearly peaceful as her shoulder-length brown hair pooled softly upon a stark white pillow.

even further, and I shivered inside my wool coat as I trudged back to my car, two grocery bags in hand. I wanted to go home, but I still had the crushed vials. Where could you dispose of broken glass and no one would notice?

We can walk his last steps. We can retrieve his bones to be laid to rest next to his mother's. But we'll still never know everything that happened to Tim. Sooner or later, his father and his friends will have to come to terms with that. That the quality of their future sleep won't be determined by a visit to his grave, but by their ability to let go.

my throat. A seeping warmth that made my restless limbs and racing brain slow, steady, quiet. Alcohol is my first love and most abusive relationship. All else has paled in comparison. Even my love for Paul.

Detective Lotham rolls his eyes. There's no institution in the world that's contraband free and we both know it. Administrations implement controls and almost nearly as fast, the inmates figure out how to circumvent the system.

She's such a lovely woman, he'd tell me time and time again. I'd nod, because my mom is such a lovely woman. And charming and smart. Can't argue with any of that. She's also a fucking wack job.

Society is not filled with evil souls. But it is filled with people who are mobile, fractured, overworked, overweight, overcrowded, and overtired. That's a potent combination, particularly for people with poor coping skills and volatile tempers. And we're seeing the proof of that in the increasing number of impulsive, angry acts, such as mass murders and road rage." Rainie sighed. She rubbed her temples.

If you hoard other people's tragedies, does that make your own easier to bear?

What is it about returning to my mother's house that immediately turns me into a five-year-old?

Not to mention there are at least seven locks between you and the outside world. First lock is on your cell door. Get by

Dorie is only seven years old, and we've had problems with her imagination before. Once she had the entire second-grade class convinced they couldn't go to the bathroom because little trolls hid inside the toilets to snatch children for lunch. You have no idea how messy it can be when twenty-one seven-year-olds won't use the rest rooms. I

I love sex. The harder the better. A moment where I don't have to think, where I can escape my own mind? Afterwards, I might even get a good night's sleep. But the minute it's over, you're gonna want what you're gonna want, and I'm still gonna be me.

If clothes are camouflage, then scars are exclamation points of honesty.

Watching her, I'm filled with the age-old terror of making a mistake, looking foolish. How is it we all leave high school, but high school never leaves us?

People all over really are the same. They want to fall in love. They're glad to survive each day. They pray their children will have a better life than they did. These truths bind us.

Unfinished business. An addict's life is filled with such instances. The coulda, woulda, shouldas that will never happen again.

Oxygen tanks.

Now I don't own anything I can't afford to lose because I don't want to die one day trying to protect something I never should've cared about in the first place.

Assuming I keep out of sight long enough, my brother, the state's most wanted killer, will find me.

Because what is love if not an exercise in faith. Because what is love if not perseverance. Because what is love if not forgiveness.

What I loved about romances was the character, and I think I still bring that to my novels. What romance taught me was that the 'who' will always matter more than the 'what.' It's fun to come up with plots, but I want to make sure the reader cares about who it's happening to.