So there you have it: Nature is a rotten mess. But that’s only the beginning. If you take your eyes off it for one second, it will kill you. Thorns, insects, fungus, worms, birds, reptiles,...

I had to wonder, though, if there’s something about a murderer, particularly a confident one, that gives him a certain charisma or charm that I, in particular, am susceptible to.I mean, there’s a reason more...

Monk worked on his remaining Intertect cases at his dining table while I tried to hone my detecting instincts by reading the Murder, She Wrote novel he bought in Mill Valley.I can’t say that I...

I had to stop him from arresting an old lady who let her dog urinate against the fire hydrant that was in front of Burgerville headquarters.”You’ll blow our cover.””But what if there is a fire?””The...

All Julie has to do is explain to her friends that she’s using it to individually seal each item that she throws out.””Then they’d think she was a geek,” I said.”She will thank me later,”...

Guilt and fear are a kind of rot. It spreads unless it’s cleaned. And there’s only one way to do that.

Happiness is an illusion, Natalie. It doesn’t actually exist.””Of course it does,” I said. “It’s what you feel when you’re not sad.””That’s unconsciousness. And I’m pretty sure that I’m miserable when I am unconscious, too.