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

I dropped chemistry. I practically blew up the lab in college.

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.

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.

I find it difficult to attend autopsies. Especially the smells.

First of all, it does not deter crime, the death penalty.