Fictional characters are made of words, not flesh; they do not have free will, they do not exercise volition. They are easily born, and as easily killed off.

I think I'm less the writer than I'm the written.

I would be far more critical than any reviewer could be of my own work. So I simply don't read them.

Sleep is uncanny, I have always found it so, a nightly dress-rehearsal for being dead.

No two things the same, the equals sign a scandal.

Dogs are dim creatures, do not speak to me of their good sense--have you ever heard of a team of tomcats hauling a sled across the frozen wastes?

With the crime novels, its delightful to have protagonists I can revisit in book after book. Its like having a fictitious family.