The snow in the mountains was melting and Bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to understand the gravity of our situation.

If he had his wits about him Bunny would surely keep his mouth shut; but now, with his subconscious mind knocked loose from its perch and flapping in the hollow corridors of his skull as erratically as a bat, there was no way to be sure of anything he might do.

I'm not sure whay I've been drawn to this subject, except that murder is a subject that has always drawn people for as long as people have been telling stories.

The first duty of the novelist is to entertain. It is a moral duty. People who read your books are sick, sad, traveling, in the hospital waiting room while someone is dying. Books are written by the alone for the alone.

Sometimes we want what we want even if we know it’s going to kill us.

If I'm not working, I'm not happy. That's it. That's the prerequisite for me for happiness.

I had the epiphany that laughter was light, and light was laughter, and that this was the secret of the universe.