I Don't Think Anyone Will Believe Me,

When I Was A Teenager, I Was A Voracious Reader Of Crime Fiction, But Only Contemporary Books.

There Is A Means To Every End. A Root To Any Cause. Sometimes The Root Is More Evil Than Any Cause, Though It's The Cause That Is Usually Most Vilified.

There Is No End Of Things In The Heart. ...she Understood It To Mean That If You Took Something To Heart, Really Brought It Inside Those Red Velvet Folds, Then It Would Always Be There For You. No Matter What Happened, It Would Be There Waiting. She Said This Could Mean A Person, A Place, A Dream. A Mission. Anything Sacred. She Told Me That It Is All Connected In Those Secret Folds. Always. It Is All Part Of The Same And Will Always Be There, Carrying The Same Beat As Your Heart.

Well, Did He Do It?" She Always Asked The Irrelevant Question. It Didn't Matter In Terms Of The Strategy Of The Case Whether The Defendant "did It" Or Not. What Mattered Was The Evidence Against Him -- The Proof -- And If And How It Could Be Neutralized. My Job Was To Bury The Proof, To Color The Proof A Shade Of Gray. Gray Was The Color Of Reasonable Doubt.

...it Is How A Person Goes About Quenching His Desires Or Living With Them Unrequited That The Readers Get A Glimpse Of His True Character.