“I frantically opened my address book and searched it for someone, anyone, who'd moved me, who'd been good in both bed and brain. No. A slew of the so-so.”
“Maybe someday, I'd find someone who'd prove he really loved me. Someone who'd hold me rather than let me fall. Someone who'd never lie to me.”
“My father had been a copper miner, uncles and grandfathers worked in the mines for the Union Pacific. So to me, sitting at a desk all day was not only a privilege but a duty: something I owed to all those people in my life, living and dead, who'd had so much more to say than anyone ever got to hear.”
“I felt like someone who'd been informed that she wasn't actually a hooker; that in fact she was a lady of the evening.”
“...only someone who'd never been an animal would put up a sign saying not to feed them....”
“I am the son of a murdered woman—anybody who'd call my books misogynistic is, frankly, out of their fucking mind.”