Quotes from Lisa Gardner

You look down and to the left. When people are trying to remember something, they look up and to the left. When they're avoiding the truth, however, they look down and to the left. Interesting bit of trivia they teach us in detective school.

For a bit, he picked up the paperbacks, thumbed the worn edges. Military thrillers. Books with clear right and wrong where the good guys always won in the end. Zero or hero. A part of Telly clearly wanted to be the hero. The brother who'd saved his sister. The troubled teen who, according to his PO, was trying to do better.

according to Freud, the tie you pick, the ring you wear, the shirt you buy, all say something about you. Nothing is random, everything you do has intent.

And that's love, yes? Not making all the right decisions all the time, but being there when it matters the most.

look at him. But I can't. Too many things are exploding in my head, and the memories are both simpler and more horrible

Fabric," she volunteered, kicking the large box ruefully. "Occupational hazard, I'm afraid." "For a client or 'just because'?" "Both," she admitted. "It always starts as an order for a client, then next thing I know, I've added two bolts of 'just because.' Frankly, it's a good thing I don't live in a bigger space, or Lord only knows.

after-school

chore. You didn't like me doing

When men are cruel, it's capricious. When women are cruel, it's serious.

Then we did the best we could, all we could. He was the enemy, Kimberly. He took their lives. And God help both of us, but sometimes the enemy is simply that good.

Dad, I don't know why I'm still alive... Because God took pity on me, Kimberly. Because without you, I think I would've gone insane.

When we'd magically assumed we could do better than our own parents, because we hadn't walked in their shoes yet. We didn't realize just how complicated and lonely even a good marriage can get.

I don't know who I am," I say. "No one does. Everyone spends their lives figuring that out, even people who've never been kidnapped.

Loving a child was humbling.

Let me be the first to say, there isn't a hell big enough for some of the assholes we have walking here on this earth.

This new generation, they've been raised by their parents to assume they'll start at the top. No scut for them. They'll just sit in their parents' basement till the job offer for partner comes in.

Plans give you a list of tasks to keep you from drowning in your own fear. Plans give you a feeling of control, even if it's just an illusion at the time.

You can be in love and still feel incredibly lonely. You can have everything you ever wanted, only to realize that you wanted all the wrong things. You can have a husband as smart and sexy and compassionate as mine, and yet not really have him at all.

Without sadness, there can be no happiness, which means a state of eternal bliss really wouldn't be that blissful. In fact, at a certain point, it would be mostly annoying. Nothing to strive for, nothing to look forward to, nothing to do.

Is your father really evil?" I heard myself ask. "Yes." "Because he drank, did drugs?" "No, honey. Because God made him that way, and he liked it. Your father had an excuse. My father doesn't.

Alex said, his voice subdued, tense. "So it would seem," D.D.

I wonder if that's how I look to others; like I'm normal and functional, too, when in fact, I feel completely emptied out.

Survival isn't a destination. It's a journey. And most of the people I help, they're still getting there.

Basically, that snapshot the smart fridge took to help you figure out what fruit to buy might also include a view of your ex-husband's dead body, which you'd planned on burying later in the day with the shovel Alexa had ordered for you from Amazon.