Era uimită că mai trăia. Constată că se simțea ciudat de indiferentă și că, de fapt, nu-i păsa. Dacă moartea era vidul negru din care tocmai se trezise, atunci nu era ceva pentru care să se neliniștească. Nu va remarca niciodată diferența.

You walk around feeling like a teenager and immortal your whole life, and suddenly there isn't much time left.

Then I discovered that being related is no guarantee of love!

I've read crime fiction all my life. A thing that's bothered me about crime fiction is that it's generally about one or two people, but there's not much about society. I want to get away from that particular pattern: a lead, a supporting role and backdrop characters.

It did no good to cry, she had learned that early on.

When I find the motherfucker who tortured an innocent cat to death just to send us a warning, I'm going to clobber him with a baseball bat