Not long ago, a novelist could believe he could have an effect on our consciousness of terror. Today, the men who shape and inflence human consciousness are the terrorists.

The world isn't going to be destroyed, but you don't feel safe anymore in your plane or train or office or auditorium.

It frequently happens that I begin a novel with just a visual image of something, a vague sense of people in three dimensional space.

He speaks in your voice, American, and there's a shine in his eye that's halfway hopeful.

That's the world out there, little green apples and infectious disease.

Eye contact was a delicate matter. A quarter second of a shared glance was a violation of agreements that made the city operational.

If you know you're worth nothing, only a gamble with death can gratify your vanity.