Dead people belong to the live people who claim them most obsessively.

Dead people belong to the live people who claim them most obsessively.

Tell me anything. Tell me everything. Revoke our time apart. Love me fierce in danger.

L.A. ispolluted. It's overpopulated. But it is very much home. It was inevitable for me, the moving back. I was living in San Francisco, and Joan broke it off with me, and I needed a place to live. I'd been divorced. And I needed to write movies and TV shows to earn a living. Alimony. All that. So I figured what the hell, I'll go back to L.A.

I think I'm out of crime fiction now, and I think the dividing line is American Tabloid.

Closure is a preposterous concept worthy of the worst aspects of American daytime TV.

For a much lauded writer, I'm not terribly self-absorbed. In social situations, which are difficult for me - I mean, this is an interview - I'm normally uncomfortable talking about myself.