I don't necessarily love the sports per se, I love the stories behind them. Also in a kind of perverse way I like to study what it does to us, why we care so much. It's caring about something that's utterly meaningless.

You bring your own weather to the picnic.

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

You don't worry about happiness and fulfilment when you're starving.

..."better to have loved and lost" bullshit. Don't show me paradise and then burn it down.

I'm the Jerry Lewis of crime fiction.

Frankly I'm fairly boring or fairly busy. Between writing and family, I have little time for anything else.