Patricia Cornwell

Do no harm and leave the world a better place than you found it.

Rain slowly slides down the glass as if the night is crying.

I wouldn't want to assume that all men are like you. If I did, I know I would give them up entirely.

The dead have never bothered me. It's the living that I fear.

Survival my only hope. Success my only revenge.

Grief was like a seizure that shook me like a storm.

You have to live where you wake up, even if someone else dreamed you there.

You artists think you’re the only ones who can relate to these things. Many of us have the same feelings, the same emptiness, the same loneliness. But we don’t have the tools to verbalize them. So we carry on, we struggle. Feelings are feelings. I think people’s feelings are pretty much the same all over the world

What the hell. You die. Everybody dies. So you die healthy. So what?

Life brings with it strangeness and surprises and upset.