It’s possible to be flippant here, when Jihadists fly aircraft into buildings they shout God is Great, what do atheists shout when they do it?

Religious belief is without reason and without dignity, and its record is near-universally dreadful.

Love is an abstract noun, something nebulous. And yet love turns out to be the only part of us that is solid, as the world turns upside down and the screen goes black.

It is straightforward—and never mind, for now, about plagues and famines: if God existed, and if he cared for humankind, he would never have given us religion.

Belief is otiose reality is sufficiently awesome as it stands.

Pride costs us more than hunger, thirst, and cold.

We assassinate. We don't accessorize. But I understand how it is possible to confuse the two.

We're swallowed up only when we are willing for it to happen.

It is important that artists are not outside the equation, we don't stand on the sidelines. Artists are part of the story of a response, we cannot stand aside and let others make the response.

The historian amputates reality.

Most crime fiction, no matter how 'hard-boiled' or bloodily forensic, is essentially sentimental, for most crime writers are disappointed romantics.

Anyone can be falsely accused of a crime. Everyone accused of a crime deserves a fair trial.

I don't see novels ending with any real sense of closure.

Live life as if its rigged in your favor.

I think it creates so many more opportunities and pitfalls in that you are treading on fresh snow, so you're in a new place.