I Do Not Understand How

Novels Are . . . An Unsurpassed Form To Understand People.

My Mother Did What Many Men Do. She Left.

I Remembered Her Once Saying That Life Was Like Your Shoes. You Couldn't Simply Expect Or Imagine That Your Shoes Would Fit Perfectly. Shoes That Pinched Your Feet Were A Fact Of Life.

Life Is A Flimsy Branch Over An Abyss.

I Work In An Old Tradition That Goes Back To The Ancient Greeks. You Hold A Mirror To Crime To See What's Happening In Society. I Could Never Write A Crime Story Just For The Sake Of It, Because I Always Want To Talk About Certain Things In Society.