I am, after all, a thriller writer. I routinely delve into the darkest chambers of the human heart. I've written about murder, kidnapping, depravity, horror, violence, and disfigurement.

In real life, coincidences happen all the time. In novels, they are leapt upon with fury.

Kids don’t do what their parents say-they do what they see their parents do. So who was to blame here?

My house has too many distractions. There's the email. There's checking my Amazon ranking. I know I'm the only author who's ever done that, ever. There's the fax. Too many distractions. I like to go out and write.

Hope can be the most wonderful thing in the world or it can crush your heart like an eggshell.

I would rather raise certain topics and maybe let you ruminate on them. I'm not big on answering them.

Summer romances cometo an end. That was part of the deal. They are built like certain plants or insects, not able to survive more than one season. I thought we would be different. We were, I guess, but not in the way I thought. I truly believed that we would never let each other go. The young are so dumb.