That's one of the things I hope that the book can do, is to restore some dignity to Joe Cinque.

It's disturbing at my age to look at a young woman's destructive behaviour and hear the echoes of it, of one's own destructiveness in youth.

The rain began again. It fell heavily, easily, with no meaning or intention but the fulfilment of its own nature, which was to fall and fall.

Writers seem to me to be people who need to retire from social life and do a lot of thinking about what's happened - almost to calm themselves.

I'm full of restlessness. Not lonely, exactly - my head is racing with ideas. But it is that old treacherous feeling that real life is happening somewhere else, and I'm left out.

I'm very disturbed by violence against women when it is violence.

But there are some wounds that can never be healed.

People demand a lot of the justice system and they demand things that it can't deliver.

I think writers are very anxious.

It's a terrific privilege to be able to see into somebody else's life.

I like poking my nose into other people's lives.

Sand was dribbling out of the bag of her attention, faster and faster.

The pagan religion, which prohibited only some of the grosser crimes, and which stopped the hand but meddled not with the heart, might have crimes that were inexplicable.

I'm not a military man. I wish I were, then maybe I could give some advice.

We do not know how much our climate could or will change in the future. We do not know how fast change will occur or even how some of our actions could impact it.

The victim who is able to articulate the situation of the victim has ceased to be a victim: he or she has become a threat.

I identify with the regular person, because that is who I am.

Inside every human being there are treasures to unlock.

Mr. Twit was a twit. He was born a twit. And, now at the age of sixty, he was a bigger twit than ever.

Devils can be driven out of the heart by the touch of a hand on a hand, or a mouth on a mouth.