I would never write a memoir, because it would be too boring.

I'd never had money growing up, and it's never been that important to me, except maybe to take our kids on a nice vacation or something like that.

That's what a good crime novelist - any good novelist - should do with you: play with your perceptions while showing you everything in plain sight.

The ugliest truth, in the end, was still better than the prettiest of lies.

The actual writing time is a lot shorter than the thinking time.

I once worked as a tour guide in the Costa del Sol of Spain.

Myron reached for the phone and dialed Win's number. After the eighth ring he began to hang up when a weak, distant voice coughed. "Hello?" Win?" Yeah." You okay?" Hello?" Win?" Yeah." What took you so long to answer the phone?" Hello?" Win?" Who is this?" Myron." Myron Bolitar?" How many other Myrons do you know?" Myron Bolitar?" No, Myron Rockefeller." Something's wrong," Win said. What?" Terribly wrong." What are you talking about?" Some asshole is calling me at seven in the morning pretending to be my best friend." Sorry, I forgot the time.