I make no conscious effort to be tough, or hard-boiled, or grim, or any of the things I am usually called.
I had killed a man, for money and a woman. I didn't have the money and I didn't have the woman.
I loved her like a rabbit loves a rattlesnake
If your writing doesn`t keep you up at night, it won`t keep anyone else up either".
I write of the wish that comes true--for some reason, a terrifying thought.
Stealing a man's wife, that's nothing, but stealing his car, that's larceny.