I'm The Jerry Lewis Of Crime Fiction.

Hope Is Cruel. Hope Reminds Me Of What Almost Was. Hope Makes The Physical Ache Return.

I'm Thinking Of Taking Up Golf, But The Idea Of Spending Time With Golfers Frightens Me.

I'd Never Had Money Growing Up, And It's Never Been That Important To Me, Except Maybe To Take Our Kids On A Nice Vacation Or Something Like That.

The Ugliest Truth, In The End, Was Still Better Than The Prettiest Of Lies.

There Is A Certain Fate To The Universe And A Certain Randomness.