I was covered in gore, dripping in slime, and in a very bad mood.

The way I’d put it,” said Makin, “is that Rike can’t make an omelet without wading thigh deep in the blood of chickens and wearing their entrails as a necklace.

Let go of Osama Bin Laden, let go of books where bombs go off and people die, let go of this war you have no scale for, that you don't understand.

In the words he’s free, on the page he can be anything. A hero.

Do you know what a journalist is? Someone who hasn't written a novel yet.

Everybody has a bogeyman.