Rain Slowly Slides Down The Glass As

You Can't Cure A Chipped Plate. All You Can Do Is Live With It Or Throw It Out.

I Wouldn't Want To Donate My Body For Scientific Study.

In The First Person, The Readers Feel Smart, Like It's Them Solving The Case.

I Refuse To Sit On My Laurels.

You Have To Live Where You Wake Up, Even If Someone Else Dreamed You There.