“Considering I'm a writer, you leave me strangely bereft of words.”

“Considering I'm a writer, you leave me strangely bereft of words.”

“Considering I'm a writer, you leave me strangely bereft of words.”

“A city full of eight million people. It was all rather lonely sometimes.”

“She knew her place in this family, always had. Knew why she was conceived. And it wasn't for a photo on the mantle.”

“Maybe he was going to hell. Except, he could’ve sworn that was where he’d been the past ten years.”

“Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he was going out with a rifle in his hand.”

“He slid the photo out and raised it. The sun washed out any distinguishable characteristics. All except her eyes. He didn’t need a picture to remember those. As turquoise as the waters near Cozumel, and just as warm.”

“I'd have your back off-site too, if you'd let me." ~Cain, Ghost of You”

“She had yet to actually call him by his real name. The psychologist in him had all kinds of theories as to why. The man in him wanted to hear her say it. Just once.”

“Maybe pulling her emotions out and inserting in his logic would change this morbid course. But damn if he’d joke about it like she did.”

“Calm down. Ghosts don’t ring the doorbell.”