1st to Die (Women's Murder Club, #1)

by James Patterson

There’s a Navajo saying, “Even the still wind has a voice.” In the quiet, confessing hotel room, I listen.

Never wrestle with a pig, Lindsay. You both get dirty. The pig likes it.

“Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it, but while I drink, I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its current slides away, but eternity remains. I would drink deeper, fish in the sky, whose bottom is pebbly with stars.”

You only have a few times in your life to really cut loose, so you might as well take them when they come.”