Any highway . . . they all take you to the same place, don't they?

Home is not a place, but rather, the people you love

The joke's on them. One little hypodermic wont' be enough. Split a piece of wood, and they'll find me. Lift up a stone, and they'll find me. Look in the mirror, and they'll find me...If you really want to know what makes someone a killer, ask yourself what would make you do it.

I don't have to live the lives of my characters to write about them. It's about really putting yourself in their shoes.

I have the most devoted and loyal following. I could probably type up my grocery list and they'd all want to read it. I love that they're willing to let me go wherever I need to go as an author, and they're happy to come along for the ride as the reader.

See, as much as you want to hold on to the bitter sore memory that someone has left this world, you are still in it

do you fix a wheel that isn't broken, or do you wait until the cart collapses?