I've Never Taken A Scalpel To A

He Was Pushing Fifty, With A Face Life Had Chewed On, And Long Wisps Of Graying Hair Parted Low On One Side And Combed Over His Balding Pate.

Thoughts Are Odd Misfires.

I Hate The Term "mystery". That's Not What I Write. I Think The Scarpetta Novels Are Much More Character-driven Than An Average Puzzle Solver. Writing Should Be Like A Pane Of Glass - There's Another World On The Other Side And Your Vision Carries You There, But You're Not Aware Of Having Passed Through A Barrier To Get There.

I Believe The Root Of All Evil Is Abuse Of Power.

I've Never Taken A Scalpel To A Dead Body.