“The cab driver is staring at me in his mirror. I'm talking to myself. "The second sign of madness," I explain. "What's the first one?" "Killing lots of people and eating their genitals." He laughs and sneaks another look at… — Michael Robotham Copy Share Image
“Here you can shoot the bad guys,' a mercenary says in Baghdad. 'In America we give them corporate bonuses.” — Michael Robotham Copy Share Image
“His freckles have faded but must riot every summer across his nose and cheeks.” — Michael Robotham Copy Share Image
“It's strange, talking about love. I used to hate the word. Hate is too strong. I was sick of reading about it in books,… — Michael Robotham Copy Share Image
“She is more memory than reality. She belongs to a time of teenage crushes, first kisses, crowded lecture halls and smoky pubs. Even if… — Michael Robotham Copy Share Image
“My love for a child will be greater than my love for an adult because it is a singular love that isn’t based on… — Michael Robotham Copy Share Image
“I did that,” says my memory. “I could not have done that,” says my pride, and remains inexorable. Eventually—the memory yields.” — Michael Robotham Copy Share Image
“My other chore is to buy a tree- a thankless task. The only truly well-proportioned Christmas trees are the ones they use in advertisements.… — Michael Robotham Copy Share Image
“Everyone thinks I'm so strong. They expect me to face autumns and winters like that and bitch-slap them down; make them come to heel.… — Michael Robotham Copy Share Image
“We need the darkness to appreciate the light, and the bumps along the road to stop us falling asleep at the wheel.” — Michael Robotham Copy Share Image
Why do our parents have the ability to make us feel like children even when our hair is graying and we have a mortgage… — Michael Robotham Copy Share Image
“I've discovered the secret of revenge. Outlive the f---ers! I'll dance on their graves.” — Michael Robotham Copy Share Image
