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.

It's a kind of zen question: if you write a book and no one reads it, is it really a book?

You see something scary, you should stand up and step toward it, not away from it. Instinctively, reflexively, in a raging fury.

Hope for the best, plan for the worst.

It gives me some kind of chance to survive the night." "How are those better odds? If you come back with me, you're guaranteed to survive the night." "No," Reacher said. "If I come back with you, I'm guaranteed to die of shame.

My mother still calls me Jim and that is about it. Everyone else calls me Lee. My wife calls me whatever.

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.