Of the first seven novels I wrote, numbers four and five were published. Numbers one, two, three, six, and seven, have never seen the light of day... and rightly so.

Ghosts don't haunt us. That's not how it works. They're present among us because we won't let go of them.

People in California seem to age at a different rate than the rest of the country. Maybe it's the passion for diet and exercise, maybe the popularity of cosmetic surgery. Or maybe we're afflicted with such a horror of aging that we've halted the process psychically.

You try to keep life simple but it never works, and in the end all you have left is yourself.

You kill people you hate or you kill in rage or you kill to get even, but you don't kill someone you're indifferent to.

Sometimes I wonder what the difference is between being cautious and being dead.

All of us are subjected to somebody else's power at some point. So once in a while you kiss ass. So what? Either you make your peace with that early, or you end up living your life as a crank and a misfit.