The Archer novels are about various kinds of brokenness.

The walls of books around him, dense with the past, formed a kind of insulation against the present world of disasters.

When there's trouble in a family, it tends to show up in the weakest member. And all the other members of the family know that. They make allowances for the one in trouble.

I found myself wishing that we could live like the birds and move through nature without hurting it our ourselves.

The surprise with which a detective novel concludes should set up tragic vibrations which run backward through the entire structure.

Hell lies at the bottom of the human heart.

I have a secret passion for mercy. . . but justice is what keeps happening to people.