He looked at the pain and he set himself apart from it. He saw it, examined it, identified it, corralled it. He isolated it. He challenged it. You against me? Dream on, pal. He built borders for it. Then walls. He built walls and forced the pain behind them and then he moved the walls inward, compressing the pain, crushing it, boxing it in, limiting it, beating it.

I know I'm smarter than an armadillo

It's always sad if anybody you know has a personal problem.

I'm a rich man. To have everything you need is the definition of affluence.

Don't get it right - get it WRITTEN!

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

Imagine the uproar if the Federal government tried to make everyone wear a radio transmitter around their neck so we can keep track of their movements. But people happily carry their cell phones in their purses and pockets.