My mother, at sixty, is one of those classic beauties: all neck and cheekbones, sharp lines that hide her wrinkles from a distance. She still gets whistles from construction workers from three stories up. — Lisa Lutz Copy Share Image
The sense of not knowing where I came from let me be as smart as I wanted to be. — Lisa Lutz Copy Share Image
“I ordered a beer, opened the newspaper, and realized the light was all wrong for reading. Still, if you're a woman sitting alone in… — Lisa Lutz Copy Share Image
I have certain rules for snooping, under which anything out in the open is fair game. But I also think, in light of some… — Lisa Lutz Copy Share Image
“I was angry, but I was also tired and devastated by the idea that I would have to spend another four hours trying to… — Lisa Lutz Copy Share Image
I was on a few surveillance jobs as part of a big team. I would be the person to follow the subject on foot… — Lisa Lutz Copy Share Image
“I was thinking what everyone is thinking all of the time: How can I make this last just a little bit longer?” — Lisa Lutz Copy Share Image
I entered his apartment without being invited, which is perfectly fine if you're not a vampire. — Lisa Lutz Copy Share Image
I could never really choose a favorite book, but whenever I'm asked what my favorite movie is, I always say 'Withnail & I,' a… — Lisa Lutz Copy Share Image
Sometimes a single item can wrap up, in a nutshell, who a person is. In my grandparents' home, a clear plastic container was enthroned… — Lisa Lutz Copy Share Image
