Hey. Sometimes to conclusions.

I'd always wanted to write books ever since I was a kid.

Actually it was the mark of the stupid, which is what you get for sitting under a tree during a thunderstorm.

My books are shelved in different places, depending on the bookstore. Sometimes they can be found in the Mystery section, sometimes in the Humor department, and occasionally even in the Literature aisle, which is somewhat astounding.

The Florida in my novels is not as seedy as the real Florida. It's hard to stay ahead of the curve. Every time I write a scene that I think is the sickest thing I have ever dreamed up, it is surpassed by something that happens in real life.

Disney world is an armpit compared to Montana.

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