Quotes from Tami Hoag

That's the thing about digging holes," Quinn said. "There are no assurances you'll find what you want—or want what you find.

door, or I'll kick it in. I mean it. And guess whose allowance will pay for the repairs?" She could hear him stirring then, muttering curse words. "No swearing!" she snapped. "You do it!" "Not when I think you can

The man is so narrow-minded his ears rub together.

Insults are the last resort of an insecure man with a crumbling argument

Instincts were to be trusted above the teachings of an allegedly polite society. If she felt something was wrong, then something was probably wrong.

Lynn wanted to say she was sorry, but she couldn't seem to speak around the foot in her mouth.

Which do you think would be worse? Tippen asked. Knowing you're a son of a bitch or knowing you fathered one?

Everyone was a victim of something.

Maybe we could put this off until I do something more impressive than puke on a suspect who shit all over the interview room. We could, but seriously, how are you going to top that?

That's the hardest thing to cope with when a young person dies—especially when they've been murdered. The unfulfilled dreams, the unrealized potential. The people close to them—family, friends—thought they had so much time to make up for mistakes, plenty of time down the road to tell that person they loved them. Suddenly that time is gone.

Don't puke on my scene, ninja boy.

Once you cross the line to hate, disappointment is irrelevant; it's a given. If you hate someone, you're only too happy to have them disappoint you. It proves a point.

Never judge a family by their address or bank account. And never underestimate the power of the American public to utterly shock and disappoint you.

Man, just so you know,...I am NEVER getting on your bad side. Vince forced half a grin. Like we say in Chicago. She had it coming.

Life can try to break us. We don't have to stay broken. And if we help each other with that, that isn't charity. That's humanity.

Jann Arden singing in the background. The strange, voyeuristic lyrics of "Living Under June" touched off thoughts of her own

Studies have shown that many heads of Fortune Five Hundred companies are sociopaths.

He hated this time of year. Every day was shorter than the last. Night began to fall in late afternoon. Winter could arrive on any given day and stay until April. They had had an ice storm on Halloween and a blizzard on Veterans Day, followed by three days of rain that had caused flash flooding in low-lying areas. The odd day of stunning, electric blue skies and a paltry few lingering fall colors couldn't make up for the stretches of bleak gray or the damp cold that knifed to the bone.

It was perfectly innocent.' That's what Gary Hart said. One day he's running for president, the next he's sitting in an office somewhere making paper-clip chains.

Hatred is like taking poison and expecting the other person to die of it.

For guys, life was nothing but one big pissing contest. It was a pure damn wonder women didn't take over the world while men were busy trying to prove who had the biggest dick.

The only rule of survival in a situation like this: Shut your mouth and keep moving.

Forward had become a mantra months ago. Move forward physically, psychologically, spiritually, metaphorically. Movement seemed to pull taut the lines upon which facts and ideas aligned themselves in his mind. Movement maintained order.

There were only two reasons to lock a door: to keep one's self in and protected, and to keep one's family out and excluded. Either way, she didn't like it.