I don't miss being a reporter as a job, but I do miss the everyday interaction with the front line of law enforcement. I still have a cadre of cops who keep me up to date, but I don't have the access I used to.

I wrote my first real murder story as a journalist for the Daytona Beach News Journal in 1980. It was about a body found in the woods. Later, the murder was linked to a serial killer who was later caught and executed for his crimes.

I view people two ways. They're either eye-for-an-eye people or they are turn-the-cheek people.

...it is how a person goes about quenching his desires or living with them unrequited that the readers get a glimpse of his true character.

Money. The ultimate motivation. The ultimate way of keeping score.

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

I would change very little because I have been very, very fortunate. A lot of things fell into place for me simply by happenstance. When that happens you don't really want to change anything, even if you could. Editorially my regrets are few and for the most part minor. I look back on my first published book and think I held on to it too long, babied it too long.