As a writer, you paint strokes and leave suggestions so readers can create their own pictures. That allows you to know someone by a small action and it saves countless pages of explanation. — Mary Higgins Clark Copy Share Image
The first four months of writing the book, my mental image is scratching with my hands through granite. My other image is pushing a… — Mary Higgins Clark Copy Share Image
“Hello,” he said. “Tom?” A whoop of joy. “Alice, where are you? Are you all right?” “Never better, Tom. And you?” — Mary Higgins Clark Copy Share Image
“Exposed to the world for what she was; numbed with worry and fear; trying to answer the question... The same question the police had… — Mary Higgins Clark Copy Share Image
When a scientist's son or daughter becomes a scientist they'll say "Wonderful! Wonderful!" So, why, in the name of God, would a mother be… — Mary Higgins Clark Copy Share Image
Even though it was six o'clock, there was no sense of approaching dawn. — Mary Higgins Clark Copy Share Image
“and beeping, obviously sure that I was either too stupid or too deaf to hear the racket.” — Mary Higgins Clark Copy Share Image
Approach your lives as if they were novels, with their own heroes, villains, red herrings, and triumphs — Mary Higgins Clark Copy Share Image
Happines is like mercury. Hard to hold, and when we drop it, it shatters into a million pieces. Maybe the bravest of all are… — Mary Higgins Clark Copy Share Image
“In her room death would come as a friend, a friend with cool gentle hands . . .” — Mary Higgins Clark Copy Share Image
Funny, when you finally faced reality, it was amazing how clearly you could see things. — Mary Higgins Clark Copy Share Image
The truth is I hate cocktail parties when the only person I know is my supposed date, and he abandons me the minute we… — Mary Higgins Clark Copy Share Image
