“The sun sets and we sleep. The sun rises and we wake. We wake and, ever so briefly, ever so blindly, we enjoy the fantasy of beginning anew. Then, without fail, reality reasserts its presence.” — John Verdon Copy Share Image
“Whatever it was that had drawn him to police work, that had wed him to the job for so many years, it surely wasn't… — John Verdon Copy Share Image
“The truth was that a complex murder case attracted his attention and curiosity like nothing else on earth. He could make up reasons for… — John Verdon Copy Share Image
“He knew how isolated he could become and hardly notice it was happening. How relationships could slip away like smoke in the breeze. How… — John Verdon Copy Share Image
“It was a curious thing about the past--how it lay in wait for you, quietly, invisibly, almost as though it weren't there. You might… — John Verdon Copy Share Image
“It's not the victim who wakes up to a half-empty bed, a half-empty house.He isn't the one who dreams that he's stiilla live, only… — John Verdon Copy Share Image
“The person I think I am is terrified of the person I really am, terrified of what others would think of that person. What… — John Verdon Copy Share Image
The stories people tell you about themselves seem to retain the possibility of being false. But what you discover about them by yourself seems… — John Verdon Copy Share Image
“...but grief, he'd discovered, was not an experience you went through once and then 'moved on' (as the idiotic popular phrase would have it).… — John Verdon Copy Share Image
“Hardwick was showing the frustration of a man trying to hold his groceries inside a ripped bag.” — John Verdon Copy Share Image
“He was all too aware of how one's perceptions can start lining up to support a particular conclusion. Once a pattern begins to take… — John Verdon Copy Share Image
The worst pain in our lives comes from the mistakes we refuse to acknowledge--the things we've done that are so our of harmony with… — John Verdon Copy Share Image
