Every book has some real life in it. I was never pursued by an evil twin clone, but everything else in MR. MURDER was pretty much out of my own life.

When a knot gets to tight, you can always cut the rope

Guilt is a tireless horse. Grief ages into sorrow, and sorrow is an enduring rider.

Inaction counted as a choice.

Human beings are such knotted, desperate pieces of work-it's a rare thing to know one completely, to the core, and still love him.

The answer to the mystery of existence is the love you shared sometimes so imperfectly, and when the loss wakes you to the deeper beauty of it, to the sanctity of it, you can't get off your knees for a long time, you're driven to your knees not by the weight of the loss but by gratitude for what preceded the loss.

In my personal life, I'm a comic novel. But then, so are we all, because we're human beings.