Lucy had no complaints about her dinner. Anything was fine with her as long as she didn’t have to cook it.

If looks could kill, she’d be a dead woman.

It’s a small-town rule: Never speak ill of the dead until the estate has paid the outstanding bills.

A girl had to do what a girl had to do and it looked as if this girl’s immediate future included chicken Caesar salad, chocolate cake, and Cary Grant.

Murder was apparently too common-place in the big city to attract much notice. Poor Luther, thought Lucy, as she headed back to the hotel. Even in death he was only a big fish in a small pond.

And we ask ourselves, if there is a God, how can this happen? Better to ask, if there is a God... must it be sane?

My heart is filled with profound gratitude to God.

None of us can change our yesterdays but all of us can change our tomorrows.

I want to do something important in my life, and I think that adding beauty to the world with books... really is important.

I'm a very emotional player. I use emotion because my team feeds off it.

Our perception of songs that we've written... the meaning changes from day to day... to whatever stage we're at in our life and careers.

it's not my job to preach a sermon. Art is anyhow a homily. My job is to speak in living images, not in arguments. I must exhibit life full-face, not discuss life.

If you believe that there’s a heaven and hell . . . how much do you have to hate somebody to believe that everlasting life is possible and not tell them that?

A liar is full of oaths.

The goal is to have fun with my friends.And that means sometimes talking about things that you care about.