What do I miss about the UK? Sadly, almost nothing. Maybe the midnight sun, in June in the north. That's all.

The key to thrillers is vicarious pleasure.

I wanted readers to be genuinely unsure as to whether she's telling the truth or lying. It meant making her partly sympathetic, and partly unsympathetic, which wasn't easy.

I have to warn you. I promised my mother, a long time ago. She said I had to give folks a chance to walk away.

Some old guy once said that the meaning of life is that it ends.

To fill a small bag means selecting,and choosing, and evaluating. There's no logicial end to that process. Pretty soon I would have a big bag, and then two or three. A month later I'd be like the rest of you.

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.