Quotes by Patricia Cornwell

“Because if somebody literally proves me wrong not only will I feel horrible about it, but I will look terrible.”

“Both were cremated so fast. To this day, it really bothers me. One minute they were there; the next minute they werent. Its like a door that isnt quite closed.”

“Jack the Ripper is caught. We have done it together.”

“the case is far from closed.”

“My ongoing investigation is far from an obsession, but an excellent opportunity to provide a platform for applying modern science to a very old, highly visible case in the hope that we might learn something that could help solve modern crimes.”

“If it turns out that something indisputably proved that this notorious killer was someone other than Walter Richard Sickert, I would be the first to offer congratulations and retract my accusations.”

“Putnam has done a wonderful job for me. Why would I want to be published anywhere else?”

“Benton Wesley was taking off his running shoes in my kitchen when I ran to him, my heart tripping over fear and hate and remembered horror.”

“On the last morning of Virginias bloodiest year since the Civil War, I built a fire and sat facing a window of darkness where at sunrise I knew I would find the sea.”

“That morning, summer sulked and gathered darkly over Charlotte, and heat shimmered on pavement. Traffic teemed, people pushing forward to promise as they drove through new construction, and the past was bulldozed away.”

Do no harm and leave the world a better place than you found it.

rain slowly slides down the glass as if the night is crying.

If you can create a weapon that causes enough fear the fear itself can cause damage thats as paralyzing and destructive as any physical device like a bomb or a laser gun. Fear can make decent people behave irrationally and violently.

The public is blaming the city officials, who in turn have to find someone else to blame. Its the nature of the beast. If the police, the politicians, can pass the buck on down the line, they will.

Lets be honest, the worlds always been a scary place with very little charm. I try to brush it off as Ive brushed off the flu, as I brushed off the death of my father when I was young, as Ive brushed off so much since Benton has known me.

I wouldnt want to assume that all men are like you. If I did, I know I would give them up entirely

I didnt know what I wanted. Maybe I never had. The emotional distance was never worth the togetherness, and yet I didnt learn. Nothing had changed. Had he reached for me, I would have forgotten to behave sensibly. Desire has no reason, and the need for intimacy had never stopped. I had not conjured up the images in years, his lips on mine, his hands, the urgency of our hunger. Now I was tormented by the memories.

Survival my only hope. Success my only revenge

Has all the trappings of a mystery novel, doesnt it?

Most of us feel isolated and paranoid during stressful times. We feel alone in the wilderness.