There were hints of sunrise on the rim of the sky, yet it was still dark, and the traces of morning color were like goldfish swimming in ink.

Good luck and believe me, dearest Doc - it's better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.

You can’t give your heart to a wild thing.

No one will ever know what 'In Cold Blood' took out of me. It scraped me right down to the marrow of my bones. It nearly killed me. I think, in a way, it did kill me.

Half the people who snuff people, that's what they want: recognition. Get their picture in the paper.

Writing in the first person automatically gives you a point of view.

Imagination, of course, can open any door - turn the key and let terror walk right in.