In my forties, my optimism was boundless. I had really good health and tremendous success which allowed me to do anything I wanted.

If everybody, every day, would try to do one thing that pulls them beyond themselves the world will start being a better place.

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

Grief was like a seizure that shook me like a storm.

I like to get to bed with a clear head.

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

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.