But I smiled, and smiling was easy, no matter how strange and disorienting the street seemed to be. I was a fugitive. I was a wanted man, a hunted man, with a price on my head. And I was still one step ahead of them. I was free. Every day, when you're on the run, is the whole of your life. Every free minute is a short story with a happy ending.

I think that it is a part of growing up, learning to control our suffering. I think that when we grow up, and learn that happiness is rare, and passes quickly, we become disillusioned and hurt. And how much we suffer is a mark of how much we have been hurt by this realisation. Suffering, you see, is a kind of anger. We rage against the unfairness, the injustice of our sad and sorry lot.

Nothing ever fits the palm so perfectly, or feels so right, or inspires so much protective instinct as the hand of a child

Every virtuous act has some Dark secret in its heart; every risk we take contains a mystery that can’t be solved.

Sometimes you have to lose to win

The choice you make, between hating and forgiving, can become the story of your life.

I think the novel form chose me. I was a writer before I became a criminal... my first instinct was to write.