“I was always a killer. It was my skill, and they’d taught me well. She taught me love.” — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
“a rough sort of child with a bullying nature and a particularly unclear concept of personal property.” — Charles Todd Bullying Copy Share Image
“Wishful thinking, that time might heal—it seldom healed anything, only making scars that were often tender to the touch, and ugly.” — Charles Todd Scars Copy Share Image
“That's the point of working with one's hands, you see. It gives the mind something else to do besides worry.” — Charles Todd Crafts Copy Share Image
“Children were quick to grasp the subtleties of emotions around them, to see through evasions and quickly identify prevarication.” — Charles Todd Child Copy Share Image
“There’s a narrow line between love and hate sometimes, you know. And it can be crossed unwittingly.” — Charles Todd Hate Copy Share Image
I was a corporate trouble-shooter for many years, and I know what it is like to walk very carefully into a hostile… — Charles Todd Corporate Copy Share Image
“When you watch the living force go out of a man’s face as you fire your weapon into his unprotected body, it… — Charles Todd Life Copy Share Image
“Gallantry,” he often told his men, “is an act of great courage under fire, of bravery beyond the call of duty. But… — Charles Todd Bravery Copy Share Image
“But what kind of love? It had so many faces, so many names. Jealousy wove a thread around it, and envy, and… — Charles Todd Jealousy Copy Share Image
“No one ever stepped forward to protect me, Inspector. I wonder why I should feel any driving sense of duty to protect… — Charles Todd Inspector Copy Share Image
“We walked away from all that was warm and dear and stood frightened in cold rain where the guns fired, and in… — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
“For a moment the man from London and the woman in mourning considered each other in silence, each gauging temperament from the… — Charles Todd Grief Copy Share Image
“There’s a beauty in birds on the wing, That stirs the heart and makes earthbound creatures Long for flight, but the larks… — Charles Todd Beauty Copy Share Image
“I lost my own daughter and I’ll never have another. The hurt doesn’t go away, no matter what you tell yourself. It’s… — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
“I decided to become a policeman to speak for the dead. They have no one else, you see. Somewhere there’s always proof… — Charles Todd Faith Copy Share Image
“It was a miracle, finding myself a father. I can’t tell you. He was so small, and yet so real. He moved,… — Charles Todd Father Copy Share Image
“What of the hundreds of faceless men on the streets looking for work, trying to pick up the threads of family life,… — Charles Todd Death Copy Share Image
“Now he realized that somehow those who had served in France and elsewhere knew a world that couldn’t be shared. How could… — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
“Tell me something. Why is everyone so determined to believe Wilton is innocent?" Surprised, Davies said, "He's a war hero isn't he?… — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
During high school I worked in a retirement home. I spent many wonderful hours hearing from service men and their widows about… — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
“I hadn’t realized that a break in a bone could be so exquisitely painful. I’d feel a greater tolerance for the the… — Charles Todd Wounded Copy Share Image
“There have always been two standards,” Rutledge answered. “People called Fiona a whore, but there’s no name for a man who has… — Charles Todd Children Copy Share Image
The individual writer is a lonely figure in the wilderness of agents, editors, chain bookstores, and dwindling numbers of independents. The stronger… — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
I often speak to returning service people about their experiences while serving. Whether in 1915 or 2005, the core issue of facing… — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
“Courage is not measured by Marching bands and banners in the wind. If you have not walked The bloody lines and seen… — Charles Todd Courage Copy Share Image
“Guilt was—it was the agony of spirit that made every day bleak. The fear that you might not live up to the… — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
I firmly believe as an author you have to go out in life and hear the stories of people. In pubs in… — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
“We left the flat together. I expected– dreaded– Mrs. Hennessy popping out her door and asking who my young man was. “An… — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
“It isn’t actually a question of guilt or innocence, is it? It’s a matter of what the jury believes, once we’ve told… — Charles Todd Lucifer Copy Share Image
