I've discovered writers by reading books left in airplane seats and weird hotels.

I have three desks. One empty for paperwork, one for the internet and email, and one for the writing computer.

He picked up the wrench and broke the guy’s wrist with it, one, and then the other wrist, two, and turned back and did the same to the guy who had held the hammer, three, four. The two men were somebody’s weapons, consciously deployed, and no soldier left an enemy’s abandoned ordnance on the field in working order. The doctor’s wife was watching from the cabin door, all kinds of terror in her face. "What?" Reacher asked her.

I'm opposed to censorship of any kind, especially by government. But it's plain common sense that producers should target their product with some kind of sensitivity.

All of us write wish fulfillment.

I'm not a vagrant... I'm a hobo. Big difference.

Now they broke my toothbrush, I don't own anything.