I think to be driven to want to kill must be such a terrible burden.

I get a lot of letters from people. They say "I want to be a writer. What should I do?" I tell them to stop writing to me and to get on with it.

Ten thousand years of civilization shed in an instant when you put a woman behind the wheel of a car.

I try, and I think I succeed, in making my readers feel sorry for my psychopaths, because I do.

I can't exist without books.

I think about death every day - what it would be like, why it would happen to me. It would be humiliating to be afraid.

there must be a routine to life, a framework to hang life on. Routines were what kept you sane, gave you something to do at this moment and at that, definite places to go, positive things to do. Abandon it and that way madness lies.