Mickey Cray had been out of work ever since a dead iguana fell from a palm tree and hit him on the head.

When I'm working on a novel of my own, I try to read mostly nonfiction, although sometimes I break down and peek at something else.

My escape is to just get in a boat and disappear on the water.

I love reality shows. The folks who dream up some of these concepts are either geniuses, or totally stoned.

The one word that no politician will ever speak, is 'enough.' Enough.

I've never before had the same main character appear in consecutive novels, but I liked Yancy and his attitude, and I was curious to see what would happen to him after Bad Monkey. And I liked the idea of him still trying to get his detective job back while he's stuck on roach patrol.

I never laugh or smile when I am writing. When I come home for lunch after writing all morning, my wife says I look like I just came home from a funeral. This is not bragging. This is an illness.