Even if you are a best-seller you feel insecure because it is all so unpredictable.

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

I constantly remind people that crime isn't solved by technology; it's solved by people.

But when I was a little kid, I was always writing stories and illustrating little books that I would create.

Life brings with it strangeness and surprises and upsets

rain slowly slides down the glass as if the night is crying.

Has all the trappings of a mystery novel, doesn't it?