“That’s just it.” “What?” “The phone.” “What about it?” “It wasn’t hers.” — Harlan Coben Copy Share Image
“He flipped through the music stations as he drove, searching for some nonexistent perfect song that would be, as Stevie Nicks might sing, “hauntingly… — Harlan Coben Copy Share Image
When I was seventeen, I worked as a counsellor at a co-ed sleep-away camp for eight weeks. I loved it but it could be… — Harlan Coben Copy Share Image
I like to see the difference between good and evil as kind of like the foul line at a baseball game. It's very thin,… — Harlan Coben Copy Share Image
The state of New Jersey is really two places - terrible cities and wonderful suburbs. I live in the suburbs, the final battleground of… — Harlan Coben Copy Share Image
You know, people call mystery novels or thrillers 'puzzles.' I never understood that, because when I buy a puzzle, I already know what it… — Harlan Coben Copy Share Image
“Awareness started to creep in, clawing its way past the pain and numbness. He was lying on cold ground, his right cheek on a… — Harlan Coben Copy Share Image
This is the price you pay for having a great father. You get the wonder, the joy, the tender moments - and you get… — Harlan Coben Copy Share Image
