Tell No One

by Harlan Coben

(few things, I assure you, will devastate like the might-have-beens).

People wonder if I have any regrets. The answer is, only one. I regret that there were moments I wasted doing something other than making Elizabeth happy. —

Here is the truth about tragedy: It’s good for the soul.

A lot of truth in this sttement.

Tragedy hammers it home. Tragedy etches it onto your soul. You might not be happier. But you will be better.

Grief can be inordinately selfish.

Some things we pack away, stick in the back of the closet, never expect to see again—but we can’t quite make ourselves discard them. Like dreams, I guess.