Well, did he do it?" She always asked the irrelevant question. It didn't matter in terms of the strategy of the case whether the defendant "did it" or not. What mattered was the evidence against him -- the proof -- and if and how it could be neutralized. My job was to bury the proof, to color the proof a shade of gray. Gray was the color of reasonable doubt.

It’s lucky no one else knows what our most secret thoughts are. We’d all be seen for the cunning, self-aggrandizing fools we are.

I've been able to write at least one book a year for 20 years, and I don't think I would've had that kind of drive if I hadn't come out of the journalism business.

If the system turns away from the abuses inflicted on the guilty, then who can be next but the innocents?

I'm a pretty harsh critic when it comes to my own stuff or things that come from my work.

...it is how a person goes about quenching his desires or living with them unrequited that the readers get a glimpse of his true character.

What is jealousy but a reflection of your own failures?