I like crazy shoes or unusual cowboy boots and I collect big belt buckles.

I stop working at about 3 p.m. on Fridays.

Thoughts are odd misfires.

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

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

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

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