I'm The Jerry Lewis Of Crime Fiction.

This Was A Place Where Tattoos Outnumbered Teeth.

William Goldman's Marathon Man Was A Novel That Taught Me About Suspense. I Was Maybe 16 Years Old When I Read It And I Remember Thinking, "you Could Put A Gun To My Head And I Wouldn't Put This Book Down." I Loved That Feeling - And Want To Give It Others.

No, I Don’t Live In Heartache. I Don’t Cry Myself To Sleep Or Any Of That. I Am, I Tell Myself, Over It. But I Do Feel A Void, Icky As That Sounds. And—like It Or Not—i Still Think About Her Every Single Day.

We're Called New Jersey But We're Actually The Suburbs Of New York.

The Ugliest Truth, In The End, Was Still Better Than The Prettiest Of Lies.