I'm twenty-nine, yes really, I'm from Aspen, Colorado, I'm six feet one, yes really, I've been at Quantico two years, yes I date guys, no I dress like this just because I like it, no I'm not married, no I don't currently have a boyfriend, and no I don't want to have dinner with you tonight.

Sometimes if you want to know for sure whether the stove is hot, the only way to find out is to touch it.

I've discovered writers by reading books left in airplane seats and weird hotels.

Hit them fast, hit them hard, and hit them a lot.

So long as readers keep reading and my publishers keep publishing, I plan to keep on writing. I'd have to be an idiot to be burnt-out in this job.

I don't need validation, recognition or praise. What I need are facts and the facts are that one of my books gets sold, somewhere in the world, every second.

I like food, like any other guy, but it is not the main thing in my life. I can do without it.