Cambridge is heaven, I am convinced it is the nicest place in the world to live. As you walk round, most people look incredibly bright, as if they are probably off to win a Nobel prize.

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

No one has been buried at Mill Road Cemetery in Cambridge, England, for many years, and so the place has a shady, overgrown magic about it.

I thought to myself, 'No matter what happens from now on, even if my heart ends up in pieces, this makes it all worth it, this moment.

If you only have one world, one life, then however brilliant it is most of the time, you have nowhere to run when you need to escape from it for a while.

For some people, the better route for finding like-minded parents is just to get out of your house with your baby and frequent baby-friendly places.

Understand the now. Don't even worry about five seconds later, worry about now.

One of the main tasks of theology is to find words that do not divide but unite, that do not create conflict but unity, that do not hurt but heal.

Hustle makes up for many a mistake.

New York interposed itself, once and for all, between me and all other places of origin.

Pranks vs school = pranks win all day.

Critics of Donald Trump take him literally, but not seriously. His supporters take him seriously, but not literally.

No matter how many times I visit New York City, I am always struck by the same thing - a yellow taxicab.

People are talking about me more than they talk about Eastenders.

When you're president, you learn to act like you know what you're talking about. And it's a great skill.