The evening news made her wonder if God was dead; the morning sun made her believe He wasn't.

Bangkok 8 is one of the most startling and provocative mysteries that I've read in years. The characters are marvelously unique, the setting is intoxicating and the plot unwinds in dark illusory strands, reminiscent of Gorky Park. Once I started, I didn't want to put it down.

I don't have an e-reader. One reason is that I like to dog-ear the page when I find a particularly good sentence or passage.

There is no writer's block in a newsroom. There's only unemployment block.

I’m waiting for the day when Rush Limbaugh’s pharmacist writes a book.

I'm sort of fascinated by America's fascination with rednecks, the whole Duck Dynasty thing. Being a white guy from the South, I find it amazing that so many TV viewers are enchanted by beards, bad dentistry and moonshine accents.

All novels are about crime. You'd be hard pressed to find any novel that does not have an element of crime. I don't see myself as a crime novelist, but there are crimes in my books. That's the nature of storytelling, if you want to reflect the real world.