What the detective story is about is not murder but the restoration of order.

She was a buxom grandmother noted for her detective stories, who gazed mournfully at the camera as if deploring either the bloodiness of her craft or the size of her advance.

We aren’t angels. Angels couldn’t breathe the air down here. They’d die.

In my junior year I discovered books. . . . Devoured [them] the way other kids did candy or sandwiches, spent days hunched over . . . my spine an oversized question mark.

Anyone can write a detective story about a detective who fails, for Pete's sake. That's pretty unambitious.

It's a success story here in Michigan. We have hiring going on. We have new industries going on.