I didn't set out to write. It was just something I always could do. Teachers would say, 'you really have this gift,'… — Greg Iles Copy Share Image
I pull out on the highway, and a truck hit my driver's door going 70 miles an hour. Took off my right… — Greg Iles Copy Share Image
It was quite a blow to have my perfect image of my father shattered, but that's something we all face before we… — Greg Iles Copy Share Image
Like my best friend, I asked for drums for Christmas, and got them. But when he moved on to guitar, I realized two things:… — Greg Iles Copy Share Image
...the larger world lay not across oceans but within the human mind and heart. — Greg Iles Copy Share Image
Experiences are like hoarded gold. Whenever I dole out a piece of my private suffering, that is when I get letters from all over… — Greg Iles Copy Share Image
“Because death is the end, and if a man doesn’t speak before it silences him, then the things he holds closest die with him.” — Greg Iles Copy Share Image
“When we reach the intersection with Homochitto Street, I turn right, into town, and soon we’re passing Dunleith, the antebellum mansion that I always… — Greg Iles Copy Share Image
The South is the home of 'an eye for an eye.' 'Turning the other cheek'? The South can't see that. — Greg Iles Copy Share Image
“Let me tell you a secret, Caitlin. We’re still in the cave. It’s just bigger, and we wear nicer clothes. We make alliances and… — Greg Iles Copy Share Image
