Tell No One

by Harlan Coben

“But what about when we are dead and gone, will you love me then, does love go on?”

love like starlight never dies.…”

Don’t show me paradise and then burn it down.

flirting with alcoholism is about as safe as flirting with a mobster’s underage daughter.

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

death is a great teacher. It’s just too harsh.

Grief can be inordinately selfish.

Sex is for anyone; the aftermath is for lovers.

two hearts become one.