I was a pretty angry kid, and I got into military history largely as a way to vent my own anger. As I got older it narrowed down to a more specific focus on individual violence. I'm just trying to understand where it came from.

You want to believe that there's one relationship in life that's beyond betrayal. A relationship that's beyond that kind of hurt. And there isn't.

I'm a fairly ascetic person. And I do most of my writing at night. You don't get distracted, your brain goes into what you are writing about, into the world you're writing about, rather than into the world you're in.

The definition of terrorism is killing civilians with the intent of changing their political affiliation.

Absolutely nothing brings out the killer instinct in the upper crust of New York Society like a charity function.

I, like most of my friends, couldn't believe I bought a mountain called Misery Mountain, because it was so appropriate.

Scientists' minds may jump around like amorous toads, but they do seem to accept such behavior in one another.