I am my own worst enemy. This, more than any other trait, proves my fundamental humanity.

No degree of prosperity can be sufficient to eliminate all misfortune, and sloth is impervious to opportunity.

In this world only the paranoid survive.

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.

Once you have had a wonderful dog, a life without one, is a life diminished.

Language can't describe reality. Literature has no stable reference, no real meaning. Each reader's interpretation is equally valid, more important than the author's intention. In fact, nothing in life has meaning. Reality is subjective. Values and truths are subjective. Life itself is a kind of illusion. Blah, blah, blah, let's have another scotch.

In my books, I never portray violence as a reasonable solution to a problem. If the lead characters in the story are driven to it, it's at the extreme end of their experience.