But we'll stumble on, she and I, into our messy future. And we'll have each other.

Lies were lethal, however honourable the intentions of the liar. They deprived people of the opportunity to know the basic facts of their own lives.

Most crime fiction plots are not ambitious enough for me. I want something really labyrinthine with clues and puzzles that will reward careful attention.

We manufacture anger to give ourselves the illusion of power when we feel weak and helpless.

I never write about CIA conspiracies or the FBI or mafia or anything like that because I just dont understand that world. But I think I do understand individual human harmfulness.

I always notice the dysfunctional dynamic of human relationships because most places where you encounter it, people are trying to pretend it isnt happening.

You can always, and easily, give somebody the gift of hope and faith, even in the midst of despair.