I bought abandon dearAnd sold all piety for pleasure.My own free spirit I have followed,And never will I give up lust.

Critic, relent!Your hope for repentanceWill meet with disapppointment.For this is the life,Not desert tents,Not camel's milk!

You, mad to expect repentance,Tear your robe all you want;I will never repent!

The family exists for many reasons, but its most basic function may be to draw together after a member dies.

The spirit of perseverance and persistence will calm mighty storms.

We are not permitted to choose the frame of our destiny. But what we put into it is ours.

And empty heads console with empty sound.

Experience means conflict, our natures being what they are, and conflict means drama.

Fiction is the microscope of truth.

I paint because the spirits whisper madly inside my head.

New York has a great energy, but London is better.

With the crime novels, its delightful to have protagonists I can revisit in book after book. Its like having a fictitious family.