Mary Higgins Clark Quotes

Funny, when you finally faced reality, it was amazing how clearly you could see things.

When someone is mean to me, I just make them a victim in my next book.

live your life as if you may lose everything.

It's funny how, even long after you've accepted the grief of losing someone you love and truly have gotten on with your life, every once in a while something comes up that plays "gotcha," and for a moment or tow the car tissue seperates and the wound is raw again.

Approach your lives as if they were novels, with their own heroes, villains, red herrings, and triumphs

Never judge a book by its cover, especially when the book is a person, was the lesson.

you can love a person without loving everything about that person.

If you want to be happy for a year, win the lottery. If you want to be happy for life, love what you do.

Our children begin by loving us; as they grow up they judge us; sometimes they forgive us.

Get what you get honestly. Use what you get frugally. That’s the way to live comfortably And die honorably.

better to ask for forgiveness than permission.

The two more useless words in the English language - Don't worry.

In her room death would come as a friend, a friend with cool gentle hands . . .

one person’s idea of live-and-let-live is another person’s definition of betrayal,

I don’t think there is any book that can’t teach you something, even if it is how not to tell a story.

Sometimes it's enough just to know that if you believe hard enough and long enough, your wishes can come true.

If it's meant to be, it will happen naturally.

We weep for what we may never lose

I’ve been very active in a lot of charities because I firmly believe that much is expected of those to whom much has been given

Keegi ei ole nii pime kui see, kes ei taha näha.

When the fever of life is over and our work is done… may He give us a safe lodging and a holy rest and peace at the last.

Exposed to the world for what she was; numbed with worry and fear; trying to answer the question... The same question the police had thrown at her over and over seven years ago.....Where are the Children?

The key to success is the plan your work and work your plan.

The past has its own plans. And more often than not, the past finds a way into the here and now.

Be a loyal friend. Be a kind person. Work hard. And choose to be happy.

Did you listen to that tape? It makes me sound terrible.

Maybe if I sat among these happy people, their lives would rub off on mine,

Regret because you really can’t control your life. Most of the time you don’t act; you react.

The heart has reasons of which reason knows nothing.

I don’t want to judge you or anything, but other mothers don’t talk about murder at the dinner table.

From the vanity in her bathroom she took her seldom-used cosmetic case. The image of her mother in her shell-pink dressing gown, so naturally pretty, so endearingly maternal, telling her to put on eyeshadow brought at last the scalding tears she had forced back for Laurie's sake.

The best answer I’ve heard came in a sermon given by an elderly priest many years ago. He was traveling in the Middle East and was overwhelmed by the majesty of the Persian rugs he saw. Those gorgeous creations so skillfully woven into such beautiful designs. One day he was in a shop where those rugs were on display. He walked behind one that was hanging on hooks from the ceiling. Looking at it from behind, he was shocked to behold a confusing array of threads that led nowhere. Such beauty on one side, total disharmony on the other, but both part of the same plan. It was then that the message became clear to him. In this life we see only the back side of the rug. We don’t know how or why our unspeakable hardships are part of a beautiful design. That is why having faith is so important.

Hello,” he said. “Tom?” A whoop of joy. “Alice, where are you? Are you all right?” “Never better, Tom. And you?

Never better, Tom. And you?

and beeping, obviously sure that I was either too stupid or too deaf to hear the racket.

He never took his eyes off my face as I told him about Mack,

I am reading now "Where Are You Now

beginning it was a well-planned pyramid

I’ll see if the director is available.

We both know that the people who do bad things often had something bad done to them. It's a vicious cycle.

Get what you get honestly. Use what you get frugally. That’s the way to live comfortably, and die honorably.

and whispered, “Are you okay? We can take a break.” She shook her head. “No, I’m okay. Please, Detective

what she perceived to be his condescending

God works in mysterious ways, he thought with a sign.

but he didn’t kid himself. Seventeen years was too long

I was at his house.

Do you make it a habit to go through Sarah's diaries?" The look Laurie gave him was pure pity. "You're the one who wants to know what everyone is thinking. What makes you better?

think he got a bum rap.

Looking at it from behind, he was shocked to behold a confusing array of threads that led nowhere. Such beauty on one side, total disharmony on the other, but both part of the same plan. It was then that the message became clear to him. In this life we see only the back side of the rug. We don’t know how or why our unspeakable hardships are part of a beautiful design. That is why having faith is so important.

you’ll be your usual overbearing self.” Min smiled wanly and allowed him to lead her toward the bedroom. His arm was still around her, she was half-leaning against him. Her head fitted into the crook of his shoulder.

He was the author of a best-selling book emphasizing homeopathic remedies, stress reduction, and physical therapy as a means to reduce physical pain, advocating prescription drugs and surgical intervention only as last resorts.

If you like cool, funny entertainment, you might like this one. It's a first novel by a local author." She handed him a copy of Practical Demonkeeping. "A very different kind of buddy novel. I thought it was hilarious." "You're reading me like a book." The guy shook his head as if embarrassed by his own lame joke. Then he looked over at Blythe. Natalie saw his gaze move swiftly over her mother's red V-neck sweater and short skirt. "How can you tell that's exactly what would make me happy?" he asked. Oh boy. He was flirting. Guys did that a lot with her mom. She was super pretty, and Natalie knew it wasn't only because Mom was her mom and all kids thought their moms were pretty. Even her snottiest friends like Kayla said Blythe looked like a model. Like Julia Roberts. Plus, her mom had a knack for dressing cool and being social---she could talk to anyone and make them like her. Also, she had a superpower, which was on full display right now. She had the ability to see a person for the first time and almost instantly know what book to recommend. She was really smart and had also read every book ever written, or so it seemed to Natalie. She could talk to high school kids about Ivanhoe and Silas Marner. She ran a mystery discussion group. She could tell people the exact day the new Mary Higgins Clark novel would come out. She knew which kids would only ever read Goosebumps books, no matter what, and she knew which kids would try something else, like Edward Eager or Philip Pullman. Sometimes people didn't know anything about the book they were searching for except "It's blue with gold page edges" and her mom would somehow figure it out.

Pasaré por casa de Kate. Cuando muere un ser querido los amigos vienen a verte los dos primeros días, pero es después del entierro cuando la persona que permanece en esta vida se da cuenta de que nunca volverá a ver esa cara ni oír esa voz. Es entonces cuando los amigos son realmente necesarios.

The defendant. For three weeks, everyone in this courtroom had referred to her as “the defendant.” Not Casey. Not her given name, Katherine Carter. Certainly not Mrs. Hunter Raleigh III, the name she would have taken by now if everything had been different. In this room, she’d been treated as a legal term, not as a real person, a person who had loved Hunter more deeply than she’d ever thought possible.

Her mother had once explained to her, “We’d been married fifteen years and I’d given up hope of ever having a baby, but when I was thirty-seven I knew you were on the way. Like a gift. Then eight years later when Laurie was born—oh, Sarah, it was a miracle!” When she was in the second grade, Sarah remembered asking Sister Catherine which was better, a gift or a miracle? “A miracle is the greatest gift a human being can receive,” Sister Catherine had said. That afternoon, when Sarah suddenly began to cry in class, she fibbed and said it was because her stomach was sick.

closed her computer. She felt herself breathing rapidly. I was going to be okay, she thought, if Lady Em had died in her sleep. That’s what old people do. If they’re right and she was murdered, will that change the way they look at me? It might provide cover for me and Ralphie. The article had said that the Cleopatra necklace was missing. That means the killer probably got into Lady Em’s safe. Unless he’s caught, nobody will know how much jewelry or which pieces were stolen. If I’m asked, I can say that Lady Em used to make copies of various pieces of her jewelry. She brought a number of legitimate pieces and a number of copies on the trip. The thief must have taken some of the good stuff and left the junk. Brenda was now feeling infinitely better. That also explains the guard at the door of her suite and not letting me in, she thought. The ship was trying to cover up the murder

C’est fou, quand on a huit ans, il n’y a rien de tel qu’une pizza pepperoni pour vous rendre heureux.

There was a strength in Nancy, a directness that wouldn’t tolerate evasion.

and

Grandpapa doesn't want to lose Nelly," Eliza said. "Grandpapa is only aware of the trail of belongings Nelly has lost on this trip and thinks she had better wait before she loses her heart, too," he retorted.

the table to wipe her face. An instant later Carter

Happiness, he believed, required honesty. Happiness could be messy and even painful. If you never feel pain, how do you appreciate its absence? If you're never afraid, how do you know comfort?

What do you mean you left uni?” he asked. “You’ve only got another couple of years to graduation. Surely it can’t be that bad?

What’s happening, Gus?” Theo dropped her face into her hands. “It feels like everything is going wrong, and there’s nothing I do that helps. I can’t find my way out.

Caleb shook his head. He wasn’t sure when Mac had gone wrong. Their mother spent a lot of time praying he would see the light. But Mac was obstinate—it would probably take more than divine intervention.

Theo’s words were lost, her thoughts confused. The idea of distancing herself from Dan seemed so callous, so treacherous.

Oh no…Theo, no. I was talking about the impact on his firm, his professional reputation. Your brother is fierce in his defense of you—so fierce that his better judgment is occasionally compromised.” “Do you know Gus?” Theo wasn’t sure why she asked this—it was a sudden feeling.

Oh, Theo, Gus will work his way through this. Philip Hayes is an asshole. And your brother is an exceptional attorney. He’ll be all right.

Judging by their line of questioning, they are considering some ludicrous scenario in which I supplied Theo with a gun and then took it away again. They’re searching my house now.

Because nothing sells books like talk of the movie, and since Dan Murdoch won’t be writing any more books, I expect they’ll be keen to make as much money as they can from the books they have.

I know people get caught up in their favorite books, but this protest, if that’s what it was, seems a bit extreme. Readers are not generally violent…sports fans, yes, but readers?

Language, Cormac. I did not raise you to be foul-mouthed and disrespectful, regardless of the company you’re keeping.

I can’t have a life; and it’s destroying yours. We’re in the middle of this because of my relationship with Dan. And people are dying.” “I know, I just don’t want you to be one of them.

Of course, she’s scared. There’s a murderer on the loose, and the only thing the police can seem to do about it is to shoot me!

Not that I blame you, of course,” Athol declared. “Curtis was scum. A dark force, a corrupter. Someone needed to stab the mongrel.” Gus’s face was unreadable.

Before a client begins a relationship, the person in question must be vetted by the agency.” “What?” Theo did not even try to suppress her shock. “It sounds draconian, I know, but it’s part of the service, in a way.” “The service? I’m not sure I understand.

Some readers fixate on the writer, imagine a personal relationship of some sort. That person may have felt betrayed by Dan because he moved, or because of his friendship with you, or even because he wore a blue sweater and not a red one. It’s not rational.

She was not so naïve as to believe there was no financial motive in Day Delos’s interest in Dan’s manuscript, but she thought Veronica, at least, was sincere.

Mac is by nature entrepreneurial,” Gus informed her. “It’s the American dream.

How could you have known, Gus? And, to be fair, he didn’t hurt her in any way…” “He was old.” “I’m sure nothing that happened was because he was old, Gus, and I think Theo did love him—you don’t get to choose for other people.

She had written letters, called for boycotts, and rallied her fellow Christians to demand the book be banned. Mac hadn’t seen her quite this worked up since he’d been released from prison.

But the killings had stopped. Mendes presented that fact alone as proof positive that Theodosia Benton had been the perpetrator, and try as they did, Gus and Mac had found no more likely suspect.

Online friendship was a fickle thing. Loose comments, failed jokes, or simple flares of temper could unleash a contagion of outrage and condemnation. It was no longer enough to write a good book; authors had to be photogenic, witty saints as well.

Don’t be fucking ridiculous!” Wilson exploded. “Look, you jumped-up little lapdog, if you think I’m going let you extort my client with some fabricated claim, you are out of your fucking mind! I’ll have this thrown out before you can open your filthy lying mouth!

Norton’s law practice is down to dog bites and the kind of divorces that involve splitting the pickup truck and the secondhand car.

He was well dressed, good looking in an upscale sort of way, so she felt no sense of insecurity.

The way in which those writers were used in the fabrication of narratives aimed at sowing distrust, inciting action, or merely providing distraction, so that the agency might sell such services to those who might profit from a timely scandal involving their competitors, or require some scandal

Theo’s confession had simply stopped the prosecution of Gus Benton. There had been no real evidence to corroborate her confession and it had not fully exonerated him.

long as one never forgot how to live without

she vaguely remembered chatting with an attractive fiftyish redhead in the elevator, who had asked for her business

this

wasn’t

You need to have somewhere to go in the morning, Theo. As much as I appreciate this manic cleaning handyman phase you’re going through, you need to find somewhere to write where you won’t be distracted by this moldering pile.

These people believe the government is stealing dead bodies to make new people… I’m not sure the intellectual property in their paranoia will be their primary concern.

Like walking into a strange house alone, with no idea who’s in there. This isn’t Hobart, Theo. People here have guns, and if you wander into their house, a lot of them would be quite happy to shoot you.

We have the very best people, who will maintain social media in your voice and speaking on subjects designed to create and enhance a following of you as a person, which will, of course, feed into your readership.

Most Yanks can’t tell the difference between an Australian and a British accent…and your accent is pretty weak.

Of course, it means our authors must be very disciplined. In this day of social media, we do not want any hint of your novel, its plot, its style, or substance getting out before it is time.

That was when he knew he had to get a job somehow on the Powell estate to allow him to be there without arousing suspicion. He drove past Powell’s property and observed the oversized truck with the PERFECT ESTATES sign on it. He looked up the company and applied for a job. As a kid he had worked for a landscaper and picked up everything he needed to know about the job. It didn’t take a genius to mow a lawn or clip hedges and bushes or to plant flowers in the places pointed out by the boss.

He was certain that Lydia Levitt’s murder had something to do with Under Suspicion. •  •  • When sunlight broke through his bedroom blinds the next morning, Leo realized that he had not slept, but he had made a decision. He reached for the phone on his nightstand and called Laurie. “Dad? Is everything okay?” It was always the first thing she asked if he called too late at night, too early in the morning, or too many times in a row. “You said you were worried about Timmy given the production schedule in California.” “Of course I’m worried. I’ll figure something out, though. I always do. I can fly home on weekends. Maybe we can set up a Skype schedule, though I know that videoconferencing isn’t the same as really being together.” He could tell he was not the only one who had spent the night worrying. “That won’t be necessary,” he said. “We’ll go with you. Timmy