The man grinned back at me with that perfect sincerity we fear and call simple-minded.

Crime is stupid, lazy and weak. You can only exploit it and make money out of it.

I don't know what frightens me more

What is it?" she asked. "I'm looking for your wings. You are my guardian angel, aren't you?" "I'm afraid not," she replied, her cheeks dimplingwith a wry smile. "There's too much of the devil in me for that." "Just how much devil," I grinned, "are we talking about here?

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.

A lot of bad stuff in the world wasn’t really that bad until someone tried to change it.

We have a saying in Marseilles: a man in no hurry gets nowhere fast. I have been in no hurry for eight years.