The dead have never bothered me. It's the living that I fear.

He was pushing fifty, with a face life had chewed on, and long wisps of graying hair parted low on one side and combed over his balding pate.

Leaves covered pavement like soggy cereal.

I believe the root of all evil is abuse of power.

You can't cure a chipped plate. All you can do is live with it or throw it out.

I'm always surprised when large numbers of people buy my books.

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