Quotes from Jonathan Kellerman

Right from the start, she felt at home with them. They sensed it, too, and soon, following her pattern, she was treating twice, then three times as many patients as anyone else at the hospital. More important, she was getting results, with patients and families increasingly requesting her as their therapist. The V.A. staff took notice, happy to have someone carry the elephant's load.

The white in her hair verged on silver-plate. The style was some cosmetologist's ode to meringue.

it seems to me marriage is like a big boat. Put the time into maintaining it, and it's something to see. Get lax, and it goes to hell in a handbasket.

sidewalk, waited until the butt cooled, and

Then, the stunningly white cubes that make up the Getty Museum. It's an architectural masterpiece funded by a venal billionaire's trust, housing third-rate art. Pure L.A.: might makes right and packaging is all. Traffic

say ninety percent of the words. She says ninety percent of the words worth listening to.

Truth and logic could serve as springboards for psychosis.

Hugging the wall, two forty-foot coconut palms shared space with a pair of equally towering Italian cypresses. Close to an unlocked iron-scroll gate, doddering birds-of-paradise coexisted with spatulate clumps of blue agapanthus.

booth. The other two women face them.

I'd long thought that a surfeit of sensitivity could be a killing thing, too much insight malignant in its own right. The best survivors—there are studies that show it—are those blessed with an inordinate ability to deny. And keep on marching.

Donald Trump of the crime scene," I said.

ham-and-eggs breakfast, the chicken's involved but the pig's committed.

Maybe attorneys attend schools where grades are based on how many word you put out.

Alex, you can break your ass trying to achieve Nirvana Through Inertia, but it won't work. It's like that Woody Allen line—you mellow too much, you ripen and rot.

We are who we are in relation to others.

The taxes were supposed to be for the people. Now it's people for the taxes. Same with Social Security.

Home was where the heart was and Grace's heart was a hunk of muscle that worked just fine on its own.

Bogomil saluted and left. Milo said, "It's so nice when the kids turn out right.

Fools write books about madness being an elevated mental state or an alternative form of creativity. It's not, it's anguish.

All the lonely people.

But take away the violence and you didn't have serenity. What remained were what psychiatrists labeled the negative symptoms of psychosis: apathy, flat mood, deadened voice, blunted movement, impoverished thinking, language stripped of nuance and humor. An existence devoid of surprise and joy.

His happiness was your happiness. That takes love, and it takes courage. It's what makes the two of you good together." I raised my glass. "It's a lesson we could all stand to learn. It's what I'm striving for, and I thank you both for showing me a path. To my brother the hustler, and the woman who is his equal. Your happiness is ours. I wish you a lifetime supply of it, getting better every day. Cheers.

But you know that some of the nastiest stuff gets cooked up on the family stove.

chefs, the Guatemalans, sometimes