In the first person, the readers feel smart, like it's them solving the case.

I wouldn't want to donate my body for scientific study.

Night fell clean and cold in Dublin, and wind moaned beyond my room as if a million pipes played the air.

I'm very, very sensitive to pain and to people who suffer.

To almost die is to know that one day you will, and to never again feel the same about anything.

Even when I am writing I usually take a break around lunchtime and go for a little walk to clear out my head.

I wouldn't want to assume that all men are like you. If I did, I know I would give them up entirely