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

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

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.

That's what people do when they find a special place that wild and full of life, they trample it to death.

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.

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

That's the thing about being a Labrador retriever - you were born for fun. Seldom was your loopy, freewheeling mind cluttered by contemplation, and never at all by somber worry; every day was a romp. What else could there possibly be to life? Eating was a thrill. Pissing was a treat. Shitting was a joy. And licking your own balls? Bliss. And everywhere you went were gullible humans who patted and hugged and fussed over you.