It's funny how, even long after you've accepted the grief of losing someone you love and truly have gotten on with your life, every once in a while something comes up that plays "gotcha," and for a moment or tow… — Mary Higgins Clark Copy Share Image
It's funny how, even long after you've accepted the grief of losing someone you love and truly have gotten on with your life, every once in a while something comes up that plays "gotcha," and for a moment or two… — Mary Higgins Clark Copy Share Image
The first four months of writing the book, my mental image is scratching with my hands through granite. My other image is pushing a… — Mary Higgins Clark Copy Share Image
“Hello,” he said. “Tom?” A whoop of joy. “Alice, where are you? Are you all right?” “Never better, Tom. And you?” — Mary Higgins Clark Copy Share Image
“Exposed to the world for what she was; numbed with worry and fear; trying to answer the question... The same question the police had… — Mary Higgins Clark Copy Share Image
When a scientist's son or daughter becomes a scientist they'll say "Wonderful! Wonderful!" So, why, in the name of God, would a mother be… — Mary Higgins Clark Copy Share Image
Even though it was six o'clock, there was no sense of approaching dawn. — Mary Higgins Clark Copy Share Image
“and beeping, obviously sure that I was either too stupid or too deaf to hear the racket.” — Mary Higgins Clark Copy Share Image
Approach your lives as if they were novels, with their own heroes, villains, red herrings, and triumphs — Mary Higgins Clark Copy Share Image
Happines is like mercury. Hard to hold, and when we drop it, it shatters into a million pieces. Maybe the bravest of all are… — Mary Higgins Clark Copy Share Image
“In her room death would come as a friend, a friend with cool gentle hands . . .” — Mary Higgins Clark Copy Share Image
Funny, when you finally faced reality, it was amazing how clearly you could see things. — Mary Higgins Clark Copy Share Image
The truth is I hate cocktail parties when the only person I know is my supposed date, and he abandons me the minute we… — Mary Higgins Clark Copy Share Image
