“A war is a very serious gig indeed, and not one for which I am prepared, either mentally or pharmaceutically. Journalists who follow such things are another breed, another species altogether, lantern-eyed with long sleepless nights of shelling, their postures permanently altered by the weight of their combat armor. They speak a language all their own, intelligible only to others of their species, and they are a dying breed. Today, bereft of even the tiniest civil disturbance to cover, they have begun to fight each other in bloody hand-to-hand combat, one-on-one, with teeth and fingernails, like psychopathic lemmings bent on the annihilation of their species” WarCorrespondents Book:Now Wash Your Hands Source: Now Wash Your Hands
“calm. It was wonderful to watch a woman, faced with a completely drunk son turning up with an even drunker, jet-lagged and raving stranger, just fatalistically accepting it.” AcceptanceCalmDrunk Book:Now Wash Your Hands Source: Now Wash Your Hands
“Never coming back here, she thought. With a groan, she levered herself into a sitting position and discovered a painful crick in her neck. Never ever. She launched herself off the bed and limped over to the door and put here eye to the viewer, was treated to a fish-eye view of a small, dapper, well-dressed man holding a bunch of white roses. Okay. Man with flowers. Carey looked around the room. The windows opened on short tethers so guests couldn't throw furniture or each other out into the street, and she was too high to jump anyway. She looked around the room again, looking for possible weapons. There was a rickety-looking chair by the desk in the corner, but it would probably fall to bits even before she hit anyone with it. She looked through the viewer. The little man knocked again. Not urgently, not in an official we-have-come-to-take-you-to-the-gulag kind of way, but in the manner of a gentleman visiting his lady friend with a nice bunch of roses.” Espionage ThrillerSpycraftLes Coureurs Des Bois Book:Europe in Winter Source: Europe in Winter
“Governments, nations, borders, they're all surface, they always have been. The real structure underlying it all is money, and the institutions which control it. Finance houses, banks, organised crime; if you drill down deep enough, it's all the same. Money has no nationality, no allegiance. While nations rise and fall, it remains the same. It's the most powerful polity of all.” MoneySfEspionage ThrillerCash Is King Book:Europe in Winter Source: Europe in Winter