Quotes from Jonathan Kellerman

took his son's hands in

Doc, God help me for saying it—if you repeat this I'll totally deny it—but some sperm deserve to be drowned before they get a chance to swim.

I listened as she griped enthusiastically about the pathetic emotional stamina of the undergrads foisted upon her. She'd said the same thing last year. I said, "It's gotten worse?" "It's nonstop devolution, Alex. The batch I got this semester is allergic to facts and feels entitled to unearned adoration. We're talking the emotional musculature of blind cave worms.

WITH ITS SOARING ceilings and oily oaken tables, the central branch of the Berkeley Public Library harks back to a grander, more civic-minded era. No other local building embodies more starkly the gulf between 1900s idealism and twenty-first-century reality.

Pickled by his own press release, fermenting in ruined optimism.

Do I think you're a sucker for her? I'd term it emotionally susceptible and yeah, you sure are.

to be her daddy. However, no kids or marriage show up in his records." Moe Reed said, "He romanced Sylvester in order to get her to play along?" "That's the working hypothesis, Moses." He recounted Sylvester's role as executor, her frequent house calls, the role her grandfather had played in Leroy Hoke's criminal enterprise. "In general, she's privy to tons of insider information relating to Thalia.

Freckles of blue sky sparked through the green-black of old growth.

arroyo. The blue Welcome! sign on the other

The casual destruction of privacy is one of the most momentous and least visible social revolutions of our time, and the safeguards to anonymity that remain are largely a function of numbers—what I call the Big World Problem.

Just another obscenity, human flesh turned to trash. I never got used to it. Each time I encountered it, I craved faith in the immortality of the soul.

like a party hat at a funeral.

Oslo, Paris, Damascus . . . Oslo, Paris, Berlin, Damascus? If this was a game, he wasn't even on the playing field. He

Everything in Berkeley's political. Except politics. That's personal.

that's the mark of an intellectual, in my view, becoming cognizant of one's own insignificance in relation to the accumulated mass of human knowledge.

And terror's first cousin: media coverage.

There is nothing new under the sun. The only meaningful question is who gets to hold the reflective lens." Passion

Chicago?" "Evanston," she said. "I went to Northwestern, did media studies, thought I'd be an anchorwoman." Small

That placed her inches from a yawning abyss.

Harvard, entry to the clubs was by invitation only

works." "Ree's still worried about that," I said. "Could you blame her? Taking

mean that." He strode to the door. Wrong door, the one that led back into the front waiting room, rather than

The whole paper was you." "Shit don't write itself." "This one story, who was the source?" "Same source I always used. Middle third of a joint." I smiled.

What are you saying? Multiple bad guys?" "I was actually wondering about one bad