I Love Stories. When I'm Writing, What

I Don't Necessarily Love The Sports Per Se, I Love The Stories Behind Them. Also In A Kind Of Perverse Way I Like To Study What It Does To Us, Why We Care So Much. It's Caring About Something That's Utterly Meaningless.

I Remember One Time I Heard This English Professor Asking The Class What The World's Scariest Noise Is. Is It A Man Crying Out In Pain? A Woman's Scream Of Terror? A Gunshot? A Baby Crying? And The Professor Shakes His Head And Says, 'no, The Scariest Noise Is, You're All Alone In Your Dark House, You Know You're All Alone, You Know That There Is No Chance Anyone Else Is Home Or Within Miles—and Then, Suddenly, From Upstairs, You Hear The Toilet Flush.

Writing My First Book, I Think In Hindsight I Went Into It Saying, 'it's Gonna Sell.' I Was Earning Enough To Scrape By Sometime Around A Book Or Two Before 'tell No One.' I Moved Up From $50,000 To $75,000, Then $150,000 For Each Book. I Had Never Thought I Would Be Doing Anything Else. I Had Enough Encouragement.

I Always Think The Insecurity Is Going To Go Away, But It's Always There. Only Bad Writers Think They're Good.

I Love To Make Even Villains People You Can Relate To. When You Find Out Who Did It, I Think You Almost Like The Person, Which Is Not Easy To Do.