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

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

Experience is a valuable thing. It enables us to recognize mistakes when we repeat them.

Bones tell me the story of a person's life - how old they were, what their gender was, their ancestral background.

I have come to think of violence as a self-perpetuating mania of the power of the aggressive over those less strong.

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