and now, all these years later, it seem to him that the most horrible fact of human existence was that broken hearts mended

They're animals, all right. But why are you so goddam sure that makes us human beings?

Love leaves scars.

But I believe in love, you know; love is a uniquely portable magic. I don’t think it’s in the stars, but I do believe that blood calls to blood and mind calls to mind and heart to heart.

Sometimes, he thought, real love is silent as well as blind.

I love crime, I love mysteries, and I love ghosts.