“Sometimes I wake at night and worry that I might have disappeared in my sleep. That's what happens when nobody cares about you. Bit by bit you begin to disappear until people look right through your chest and head like… — 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
