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

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

I didn't invent forensic science and medicine. I just was one of the first people to recognize how interesting it is.

Thoughts are odd misfires.

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.

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

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