The first day of the rest of my life.

Full of thrills and tension - but smart and human too.

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.

They found out about him in July and stayed angry all through August. They tried to kill him in September. It was way too soon. They weren't ready. The attempt was a failure. It could have been a disaster, but it was actually a miracle. Because nobody noticed.

I don't care about the little guy. I just hate the big guy. I hate big smug people who think they can get away with things.

Everything you could want - action, suspense, character and setting, all floating on the easy lyricism of a fine writer at the top of his game.

For me the end of a book is just as exciting as it is for a reader.