Quotes from Stephen Leather

New York always brings out the serial killer in me. It's a great city to kill in. The best. You've got something like fifteen million people living cheek by jowl, and most of them couldn't give a damn about anyone else. No one wants to get involved. No one cares.

Jack Nightingale: So I'm a hero? Supt. Chalmers: No, Nightingale, you're an arsehole. But I can't arrest you for that.

Baltimore's slogan was 'The City that Reads', but like the rest of its one million or so inhabitants Lori knew that was a pipedream; the city had one of the lowest literacy rates in the country, and along with illiteracy went a lack of morals.

Arab terrorist, international hitman, it's all a bit Andy McNab, isn't it?

Yokely. 'If it wasn't for the pension, I'd go freelance. But I've got three kids in college and a wife who wants a holiday home in Florida.' 'The NSA's not so bad, Dean,' said Yokely. 'At least you don't spend half your life at thirty thousand feet.' 'And what brings you to Crypto City?

Life is a waste of time, and time is a waste of life,' he said. 'So let's get wasted all of the time, and have the time of our life.

Organized Satanism was born in San Francisco on April 30, 1966.

Remember the six Ps. Perfect Planning Prevents Piss-Poor Performance.

her soul,' said Taban. He looked over at the next

The heavy patted him down

and time to think. He drove

gunfight with a Yardie posse.' He

You wonder about that sometimes, you wonder what happens when you die in your sleep. Do you carry on dreaming, does the moment of death expand to fill the void so that the dream goes on forever, or does it just fade to black? And if it goes on forever, does it matter whether the dream was a pleasant one or a nightmare? Would one be heaven and the other hell?

It's here!' he shouted.

Smoking's good for you," said Nightingale. "It's packed with vitamins and minerals and has zero calories and fat." He gestured at the stairs. "It's exercise that's bad for you. Look what it's doing to me.

There is nothing to be gained from regret," said Mrs Steadman. "The question is where do you go from here?

up the engines of all of them and began

Sure, we're physically bigger and we have more money, but they reckon we're not much smarter than animals. They call us water buffaloes or monitor lizards. There's no bigger insult than to say that a person is an animal, and that's what they think we are. We're

And after we've killed

Their rule is 'Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.

Death and taxes are the only two certainties in life, as Mark Twain once said. Or was it Benjamin Franklin?

Jack Nightingale didn't intend to kill anyone when he woke up that chilly November morning.

He was twenty-two years old, his skin the colour of weak coffee with plenty of milk. He had soft brown eyes that belonged more to a lovesick spaniel than the tried and tested assassin he was. His beard was long and bushy but his nails were neatly clipped and glistened as if they had been varnished. Around his head was a knotted black scarf with the white insignia of Islamic State, the caliphate that claimed authority over all Muslims around the world. His weapon was lying on a sandbag

But do you ever see butterflies hanging out with caterpillars? No you don't. They've nothing in common.