All Interesting Heroes Have An Achilles Heel.

I Wasn't That Into Crime Novels At All, But A Friend Introduced Me To The Work Of Jim Thompson - I Loved All His Books.

I'm Afraid I Didn't Really Like Caracas In Venezuela. From What I Saw It Seemed So Crime-ridden That You Really Have To Be On Your Guard All The Time.

I Have Problems With A Religion Which Says That Faith In Itself Is Enough For A Ticket To Heaven. In Other Words, That The Ideal Is Your Ability To Manipulate Your Own Common Sense To Accept Something Your Intellect Rejects. It's The Same Model Of Intellectual Submission That Dictatorships Have Used Throughout Time, The Concept Of A Higher Reasoning Without Any Obligation To Discharge The Burden Of Proof.

With Regard To Power, Women Don't Have The Vanity Men Have. They Don't Need To Make Power Visible, They Only Want The Power To Give Them The Other Things They Want. Security. Food. Enjoyment. Revenge. Peace. They Are Rational, Power-seeking Planners, Who Think Beyond The Battle, Beyond The Victory Celebrations. And Because They Have An Inborn Capacity To See Weakness In Their Victims, They Know Instinctively When And How To Strike. And When To Stop. You Can't Learn That.

It Was As If The Demise Of The Owner Had Lent The Flat A Physical Void It Hadn't Had Before. At The Same Time He Had The Feeling That He Wasn't Alone. Harry Believed In The Existence Of The Soul. Not That He Was Particularly Religious As Such, But It Was One Thing Which Always Struck Him When He Saw A Dead Body: The Body Was Bereft Of Something...the Creature Had Gone, The Light Had Gone,there Was Not The Illusory Afterglow That Long-since Burned-out Stars Have. The Body Was Missing Its Soul And It Was The Absence Of The Soul That Made Harry Believe.