I've discovered writers by reading books left in airplane seats and weird hotels.
I just felt from personal observation that there is nothing more dislocated or alienated than a lifelong military person trying to cope in civilian life. It's like two completely separate planets.
He had fallen out of the ugly tree, and hit every branch.
A calm environment is for after I finish work.
The most sustained feat of imagination in mystery fiction today.
I love Italian food but that's too generic a term for what's available now: you have to narrow it down to Tuscan, Sicilian, and so on.