Quotes from Alex Kava

It's your life. Only you can choose what you make with it, whether it's chicken salad or chicken shit.

Being a loner and being a loner were two separate things- Fireproof

Being alone could sometimes feel terribly empty...

Maggie felt sorry for her, a woman surrounded by beautiful expensive things, all of them by authentic designers, genuine gold-trims, the best-quality fabrics and woods, rare collector accessories of porcelain and ceramic—nothing artificial except her personality. Maggie

you share receive.

Trust was such a delicate thing, so fragile, not easily earned and harder to repair.

A liar knows the truth but attempts to hide it. A bullshitter doesn't necessarily know what's true and really doesn't care what's true. That makes it almost impossible to find out what the hell the truth is.

I doubt we we'll find anything," he told Jason, though he was watching O'Dell's reaction out of the corner of his eye. "but you can never let the dog know. She takes her leads from her handler." Even as he said this, Grace looked back at him. "As far as she's concerned," he continued in a casual tone, purposely not using her name, " I need to relay that I'm just as excited as she is. And that this search is going to be more interesting that piss on a fence post.

You should never deny who you are to please someone else. If that's the choice, then it's not meant to be.

He didn't understand women so how could he possibly expect to understand their predecessors.

And I needed to be with a friend, okay? A living, breathing, wonderful friend whom I absolutely adore.

she was simply grateful for this wise, loving mentor who could take one look into her eyes, see all the turmoil, sift through the hidden wreckage and somehow manage to inspire strength and good from some reserve Maggie hadn't even known existed.

The marines even gave their canine comrades a military rank one notch above their handlers to reinforce that the dogs receive and deserve respect.

I made Mommy put a blanket in there with him...A blanket and a flashlight...So he'll be warm and not scared of the dark. Just till he gets to God's house. - thoughtful 4 year old, Abby Delaney

You know the answer to that as well as I do. Psychologically it's much easier to swallow a pill than pull the trigger, especially if you're not so keen on the idea to begin with.

He seemed to be a genuinely kind man—when he wasn't killing. —Helen Morrison, M.D., referring to Ed Gein in her book My Life Among the Serial Killers

She usually survived the Christmas season by ignoring it as best as possible but there were certain elements that reminded her of a pleasant time in her childhood, what she called the prefire days. Music of the season was one of those things that she took heart in. Maggie

Maybe it's a way for you to be that knight in shining armor who comes to the rescue—the one who never came to your rescue as a child." Maggie

You always look for logic even within the madness?" He could feel her eyes on him now, studying him to see if he was serious. He kept his eyes on the road ahead. "It'd be convenient to believe people who commit these types of crimes are simply mad. That there's a neuron or two misfiring inside their brains." "If they're not mad, not crazy, what then?" She hesitated but only briefly before she calmly and quietly said, "They're evil.

Christmases after his death were usually as unpredictable as they were untenable. It depended on how early in the day—or the evening before—her mother decided to start the festivities and who the guests would be—Jim Beam, José Cuervo or Jack Daniel. If the year had been especially successful, Johnnie Walker might replace all the others.

There was an old saying among K9 groups. Grief belongs to the families. Dread belongs to the handlers.

There are always rules," Gwen said, serious again. "Good is held to them, evil is not. Sort of an unfair advantage right from the start." Marco

Let's start with simpler stuff. Like, what's your favorite color?" "That's easy. Yellow." "Yellow? You never wear yellow." "No, but I enjoy looking at it. Anything that's yellow is usually cheerful. Daffodils, baby ducks, the sun. It's hard to see yellow and not smile.

She understood it wasn't an actual fear of flying so much as a fear of being without control, which was often the crux of most fears. If you had control over a situation, there was nothing to fear.