You know what I did after I wrote my first novel? I shut up and wrote twenty-three more.

It's only a wonderful world if you can make it that way. There are no street signs pointing to Paradise Road.

I think there's a general misconception that anything written quickly lacks quality, and I don't believe that.

In a daydream sort of way, I think it would be pretty cool to direct a movie. But I have been on movie and TV sets and know it is hard work. I like directing it in my mind. It is easier.

The characters I write about are very internal.

The setting sun burned the sky pink and orange in the same bright hues as surfers' bathing suits. It was beautiful deception, Bosch thought, as he drove north on the Hollywood Freeway to home. Sunsets did that here. Made you forget it was the smog that made their colors so brilliant, that behind every pretty picture there could be an ugly story.

There is nothing like the start of a season, before all the one-run losses, pitching breakdowns and missed opportunities. Before reality sets in.