“But whose mother are you? Don’t slip so easily into the role of being that kid’s mother.” “I used to be.” “But you’re not, anymore.” “Really?” Jill’s chest tightened. “What’s a mother, or a stepmother? What’s a family? Isn’t it… — Lisa Scottoline Copy Share Image
“Night came early to this neighborhood, the sun fleeing the sky, leaving heaven black and blue.” — Lisa Scottoline Copy Share Image
I love everything about Philadelphia, and its food is like the city itself: real-deal, hearty, and without pretension. We've always had an underdog vibe… — Lisa Scottoline Copy Share Image
I love my job, and I love books. I read anything, including cereal boxes. I care deeply about what people think of my books,… — Lisa Scottoline Copy Share Image
“Justice didn’t compensate for the loss of human life. Justice was an intellectual concept, inevitably trumped by emotion. Justice was the word we used… — Lisa Scottoline Copy Share Image
“I know that people get angry and I'm generally a fan of emotions. And to be real, it makes great television. A debate where… — Lisa Scottoline Copy Share Image
“Custom curtains made with a lovely Schumacher fabric that she’d used for the headboard.” — Lisa Scottoline Copy Share Image
Because the thing about love is that we can't control whether we get it, but we can control whether we give it. — Lisa Scottoline Copy Share Image
I like terrific writing, but I also like a terrific story. My favorite books have both, and they're by contemporary, commercial American writers. — Lisa Scottoline Copy Share Image
