At first I probably seem very abrupt, but I like efficiency. There's work and there's play, and I always think: 'Let's get the work over with so we can thoroughly enjoy the play.

Ben locked his eyes on mine for a long moment. Then, “How?” “How do you think?” I smiled, then slapped him full across the face

Whitney smacked Coop's snout while simultaneously pressing herself deeper into the couch. Coop fixed her with an unblinking ice-blue stare, gray-brown fur bristling along his spine. "Tory!" Whitney squealed. "He's going to attack!" "Maybe." I walked into the kitchen and snagged a Diet Coke from the fridge. "Try to protect your throat.

I work with the dead, but I am working for the living.

I've been accused of being a minimalist writer. I don't like a lot of verbiage in there.

Who's going to rob us? A crackhead crab? A jellyfish junkie?

I'm not writing great literature. I'm writing commercial fiction for people to enjoy the stories and to like the characters.