I Refuse To Sit On My Laurels.

America Is The Most Violent Democracy In The World. It's Something That's Met With Great Shock, Horror, And Mystery When I Travel To Other Countries. They Ask, Why Are There So Many Shootings In America? Why Does Everyone Own A Gun?

I Find It Difficult To Attend Autopsies. Especially The Smells.

Rain Slowly Slides Down The Glass As If The Night Is Crying.

I'm Always Surprised When Large Numbers Of People Buy My Books.

Night Fell Clean And Cold In Dublin, And Wind Moaned Beyond My Room As If A Million Pipes Played The Air.