In the summer of 2010, I was working on a version of "True Detective" that I was thinking might be my next novel, and it was told in these two first-person voices; Cohle and Hart's voices.

Certain experiences you can't survive, and afterward you don't fully exist, even if you failed to die.

I knew the past wasn't real. It was only an idea, and the thing I'd wanted to touch, to brush against, the feeling I couldn't name - it just didn't exist. It was only an idea, too.

I didn't come to Hollywood to be subservient to anyone else's vision.

I don't think you can create effectively toward expectation. I'm not in the service business.

There's never been anything I didn't love that I didn't connect with on a personal level because to some degree, I projected upon it.

I was raised in a heavily Catholic family. Early and consistent encounters with mysticism.