Thinking is hard work, which is why you don't see many people doing it.

Let’s face it, life is trivial, and my guess is that dying imparts very little wisdom on those in process.

I write letters to my right brain all the time. They're just little notes. And right brain, who likes to get little notes from me, will often come through within a day or two.

It's disconcerting to realize how little you have to say to someone who once occupied such a prominent place in your bed.

Insecure people have a special sensitivity for anything that finally confirms their own low opinion of themselves.

You can’t save others from themselves because those who make a perpetual muddle of their lives don’t appreciate your interfering with the drama they’ve created. They want your poor-sweet-baby sympathy, but they don’t want to change.

Except for cases that clearly involve a homicidal maniac, the police like to believe murders are committed by those we know and love, and most of the time they're right - a chilling thought when you sit down to dinner with a family of five. All those potential killers passing their plates.

I love being single. It's almost like being rich.

So much of the past in encapsulated in the odds and ends. Most of us discard more information about ourselves than we ever care to preserve. Our recollection of the past is not simply distorted by our faulty perception of events remembered but skewed by those forgotten. The memory is like twin orbiting stars, one visible, one dark, the trajectory of what's evident forever affected by the gravity of what's concealed.

nothing wrong with a lie or two when the situation demanded it

I did an about-face and veered into the sandwich shop. What I ordered is none of your business, but it was really good.

Beware the dark pool at the bottom of our hearts. In its icy, black depths dwell strange and twisted creatures it is best not to disturb.

There's only so much room at the top of the heap. The rest of us are fill dirt.

Personally, I'd rather grow old alone than in the company of anyone I've met so far. I don't experience myself as lonely, incomplete, or unfulfilled, but I don't talk about that much. It seems to piss people off--especially men. (Kinsey Millhone)

Ghosts don't haunt us. That's not how it works. They're present among us because we won't let go of them.""I don't believe in ghosts," I said, faintly."Some people can't see the color red. That doesn't mean it isn't there," she replied.

Ideas are easy. It's the execution of ideas that really separates the sheep from the goats.

my mother died of an overdose of sleeping pills after extensive surgery so that the cause of death was probably listed as despair.

The dead are mute, but the living still have voice with which to protest their innocence. Often their objections are noisy and pious, impossible to refute since the person who could condemn them has been silenced forever.

I thought about the current contamination of beaches, raw sewage spilling into oceans and streams, the hole in the ozone, forests being stripped, the toxic-waste dumps, the merry plunder of mankind added to the drought and the famine that nature dishes up annually as a matter of course. It's hard to know what's actually going to get us first. Sometimes I think we should just blow the whole planet and get it over with. It's the suspense that's killing me.

People always love it when you say their dogs are nice. Just shows you how out of touch they are.

All the little birdies had flown out of this man's tree.

Personally I don’t endorse the notion of mortality. It’s fine for other folk, but I disapprove of the concept for me and my loved ones. Seems unfair that we’re not allowed to vote on the matter and not one of us is excused. Who made up that rule?" - Kinsey Millhone

The tricky part of any lie is trying to figure out how you'd behave if you were innocent.

I'm a born liar myself and I know how it's done. You stick as close to the truth as you can. You pretend to volunteer a few bits of information, but the facts are all carefully selected for effect.

I love being single. It's almost like being rich.

It never pays to deal with the flyweights of the world. They take far too much pleasure in thwarting you at every turn.