After a silence, because he knew me well, he said, "Not all wounds are the bleeding kind.

Nothing before its time, son. Everything in its own time, to its own schedule.

Nothing supernatural has ever harmed me. My wounds and losses have all be at the hands of human beings...

Only once in a generation does anything as fresh as a vomiting detective come along.

In memory, she lived and moved and laughed, but all that a photograph could offer was one frozen moment of a life.

I never knew whether I was drawn to eccentric people or if they were drawn to me.