It's a kind of zen question: if you write a book and no one reads it, is it really a book?

Now they broke my toothbrush, I don't own anything.

I was in the machine. My whole life. Then the machine coughed and spat me out. So I thought, OK, if I'm out, I'm out. All the way out. I was a little angry and it was probably an immature reaction. But I got used to it.

You do not mess with the special investigators.

I don't know what the secret is when I am writing it - it really is a surprise to me.

The third guy was different. He was what you got when you ate squirrels for four generations. Smarter than a rat and tougher than a goat, and jumpier than either one.

LA has a fantastic car scene and because the climate is so gentle, cars can last forever.