Jeffery Deaver

“She jotted this down in her ubiquitous notebook.”

— Jeffery Deaver

Readers are paramount. I live to write books for them.

— Jeffery Deaver

Too much screaming in Congress. Too much screaming everywhere.

— Jeffery Deaver

For me a thriller is a very carefully structured story.

— Jeffery Deaver

“Somebody you busted?” Amanda asked matter-of-factly.”

— Jeffery Deaver

I spend about eight months researching and outlining my book.

— Jeffery Deaver

“What’d he do? Your stepfather?”

— Jeffery Deaver

Rule one: Write about settings you're familiar with.

— Jeffery Deaver

“was a lean, unsmiling man, a dusting of short gray hair on his head.”

— Jeffery Deaver

I write pretty much anywhere - on planes, in hotel rooms, anywhere in my house.

— Jeffery Deaver

Certainly going back to Sherlock Holmes we have a tradition of forensic science featured in detective stories.

— Jeffery Deaver

“Speculation about the past is inefficient. And therefore irrelevant to achieving your goal. So”

— Jeffery Deaver

I like the way words go together and I like the gamesmanship of writing poetry. It is such a challenge.

— Jeffery Deaver

“Henry Loving stimulates the amnesia gene. But it’s also true most people are simply extremely unobservant. Freddy”

— Jeffery Deaver

Ideally, I like to integrate the human issues into the suspense story itself.

— Jeffery Deaver

“But then someday the truth would come out. It always did. Repress what you will, someday the truth comes out.”

— Jeffery Deaver

“I want to say something,” I told her. “It’s important.” “Under these circumstances,” she said, with a dark grin, “one wouldn’t really…

— Jeffery Deaver

“Love, son, is not manifest in the gift of gadgets or coddling foods or rooms of one’s own. Love shows itself in…

— Jeffery Deaver

It's becoming apparent that I like bad boys. That's one of my problems. They've all been bad boys. You're one too. You're…

— Jeffery Deaver

My books are primarily plot driven but the best plot in the world is useless if you don't populate them with characters…

— Jeffery Deaver

“Maree opened her eyes wide. “Wait, wait . . . I know you.” She regarded me with a frown. I must have blinked in surprise.…

— Jeffery Deaver

The recent fascination, I think, reflects the shift in approach by law enforcement officials to embrace technology as wholeheartedly as the rest…

— Jeffery Deaver

“I said evenly, “Loving’s low-tech. Usually he uses sandpaper and alcohol on sensitive parts of the body. Doesn’t sound too bad but…

— Jeffery Deaver

“In a moment the two men were on their bellies, hands bound behind them with Monadnock restraints. Other agents entered the house,…

— Jeffery Deaver

“What he was really asking was this: Was he making the right decision in assigning me, and not someone else, to the…

— Jeffery Deaver

I've worked for law firms, I've worked for corporations, and for the past 20 years, I've been writing working for myself, and…

— Jeffery Deaver

“We tugged on door levers and jumped out, all our jackets fluttering in the wet breeze. I was limping—the toe still stung…

— Jeffery Deaver

“Well, to the matter at hand,” Westerfield said. “I was pretty surprised the whole morass rose as high as it did.” He…

— Jeffery Deaver

“I’m thinking about it,” she mused, almost to herself. “The building burned. . . . There was a DNA match. I recall the report. There…

— Jeffery Deaver

“I sat for a moment and again looked out the window of my organization’s unmarked headquarters in Old Town Alexandria, the building…

— Jeffery Deaver

“Stanton clawed his way to the bedside table and managed to grab his knife. He jabbed it into Rhyme. Once, twice. But…

— Jeffery Deaver

“A young officer in my organization, Lyle Ahmad, was a solid, olive-skinned former marine with a trim crew cut. He was a…

— Jeffery Deaver

“Accordingly, the occupant of the car was not Aslan Zagaev, nor was it one of the tactical agents. It was Omar, essentially…

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“For her part, Joanne would be considering exactly what and how much she could tell him—which, in theory, was nothing. The British…

— Jeffery Deaver

“Claire duBois’s prostrating herself to an arrogant chauvinist like Graham was bitterly hard for her, especially since her star shone a thousand…

— Jeffery Deaver

“Report!” Freddy shouted. His fellow agents called back about their condition. They were all accounted for. One had a slight burn and…

— Jeffery Deaver

“You know what he was telling me just the other day?” “What?” “Korea, right, you’d think it was tea, tea, tea. Like…

— Jeffery Deaver

“As I read it I was thinking of the phenomenon of endgame. Although the concept can apply to many games, it is…

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“All right.” He glanced at my gun. “You tapped?” Meaning: Was my Glock threaded for a silencer? I rarely had reason even…

— Jeffery Deaver

“In a matter-of-fact voice, she said to me, “Have you found out anything more than that?” She glanced toward the documents, which…

— Jeffery Deaver