My humour has always come from anger, but I have to make sure I don't just get angry and jump on a soapbox.

Jimmy Lee Baylis was a wise man, and knew better than to talk back to the man who signed his paycheck.

As frightening as this may sound, what you see in the books is the way I see the world. And so far I haven't seen anything, either in Florida or elsewhere, to dissuade me from it.

That dreadful alligator attack in Orlando would never have happened if Disney had put up real warning signs, like other Florida resorts do. But wild alligators don't fit the Disney image, so they were no proper warnings, and a child died for no reason.

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

My books are character-driven. They're not driven by the story.

I think in the old days, the nexus of weirdness ran through Southern California, and to a degree New York City. I think it's changed so that every bizarre story in the country now has a Florida connection. I don't know why, except it must be some inversion of magnetic poles or something.