She had been sharing a house with him for a week, and he had not once flirted with her. He had worked with her, asked her opinion, slapped her on the knuckles figuratively speaking when she was on the wrong track, and acknowledged that she was right when she corrected him. Dammit, he had treated her like a human being.

Everyone has secrets. It's just a matter of finding out what they are

I believe that everyone has it in them to kill another person. In desperation, or hatred, or at least to defend themselves.

There are no innocents. There are, however, different degrees of responsibility.

You're an entropic chaos factor

In ordinary detective novels you never see the consequences of what happens in a story in the next book. That you do in mine.

The media have the ability to attract the craziest people to call in perfectly absurd tips. Every newsroom in the world gets updates from UFOlogists, graphologists, scientologists, paranoiacs, and every sort of conspiracy theorist.