When I am writing, I try to do it five hours a day but I spend about two of those just fooling around.

One always likes one's latest book best. That's a natural feeling.

I thought of the future, and spoke of the past.

Those fellows, they're always crying over killers. Never a thought for the victims.

It's like a jumble of huts in a jungle somewhere. I don't understand how you can live there. It's really, completely dead. Walk along the street, there's nothing moving. I've lived in small Spanish fishing villages which were literally sunny all day long everyday of the week, but they weren't as boring as Los Angeles.

I am always drawn back to places where I have lived, the houses and their neighborhoods.

I think most people are very, very much motivated by sex - greed, sex, and hunger.