They shouldn't hate each other . . . I don't hate the Socs any more . . . they shouldn't hate . . .

Things were rough all over, but it was better that way. That way you could tell the other guy was human too.

Writer's were supposed to be a litte crazy

I guess I just couldn't see standing there -- alive, talking, thinking, breathing, being -- one second, and dead the next. It really bothered me. Death by violence isn't the same as dying any other way, accident or disease or old age. It just ain't the same.

Things are rough all over.

California is like a beautiful wild kid on heroin, high as a kite and thinking she's on top of the world, not knowing she's dying, not believing it even if you show her the marks.

I never base a character on someone I know. You can get ideas from real life, but every character you write is some aspect of yourself.