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The Most Sustained Feat Of Imagination In Mystery Fiction Today.

I Just Felt From Personal Observation That There Is Nothing More Dislocated Or Alienated Than A Lifelong Military Person Trying To Cope In Civilian Life. It's Like Two Completely Separate Planets.

I've Discovered Writers By Reading Books Left In Airplane Seats And Weird Hotels.

I Write In The Afternoon, From About 12 Until 6 Or 7. I Use An Upstairs Room As My Office. Once I Get Going I Keep At It, And It Usually Takes About Six Months From The First Blank Screen Until 'the End.

People, Reacher Was Certain About. Dogs Were Different. People Had Freedom Of Choice. If A Man Or A Woman Ran Snarling Toward Him, They Did So Because They Chose To. They Were Asking For Whatever They Got. His Response Was Their Problem. But Dogs Were Different. No Free Will. Easily Misled. It Raised An Ethical Problem. Shooting A Dog Because It Had Been Induced To Do Something Unwise Was Not The Sort Of Thing Reacher Wanted To Do.