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

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.

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.

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.

Nothing is so powerful as love and simple kindness.

We (libertarians) find just as many things to rip on the left as we do on the right. People on the far-left and the far-right are the same exact person to us.

Laws, like sausages, cease to inspire respect in proportion as we know how they are made.

The ego resists change. False pride is an impediment to change.

If you want to create new markets, or disrupt old ones, you create ubiquitous infrastructure.

There is still the outside world to contend with. A world of backfiring cars, and their human equivalents.

when I talk about a writing life, I'm talking about a life in which writing is the dominant response to living.

Welcome home, Rachel mariana Morgan, he said, his goat-slitted eyes holding a new, dangerous light. It's a pleasure to finally meet you.

If the truth is with you, no power can knock you down!

All you can do to the past is to never want to be like it.