I think my books come out very visual, which is an obvious consequence.

My mother still calls me Jim and that is about it. Everyone else calls me Lee. My wife calls me whatever.

A handgun at two hundred feet is the same thing as crossing your fingers and making a wish.

British crime stories tend to be very internal, psychological, claustrophobic, very limited in terms of geography.

A person less fortunate than yourself deserves the best you can give. Because of duty, and honor, and service. You understand those words? You should do your job right, and you should do it well, simply because you can, without looking for notice or reward.

Intensely vivid characters, terrible crimes, and a brutal deep-frozen landscape all prove beyond a reasonable doubt that cold nurtures good and evil as readily as heat ... and that Giles Blunt is a really tremendous crime novelist.

That should be your town motto. It's all I ever hear. Like: New Hampshire, Live Free or Die. It should be: Despair, You Need To Leave Now.