The name is Schitt," he replied. "Jack Schitt.

If you expect me to believe that a lawyer wrote A Midsummer Night's Dream, I must be dafter than I look.

There is a certain degree of steampunkishness that creeps into my books.

Marriage is an honorable estate and should not be used simply as an excuse for legal intercourse.

Literary detection and firearms don't really go hand in hand; pen mighter than the sword and so forth.

People don't change just because you know more about them.

Apart from the faint odor of ink that pervaded the scene, it might have been real.