It Was Easy Not To Think Of

I Was In L.a. In '08. It Was A Cold Saturday Night. I Had Spread My Phone Number Out To A Score Of Women And Was Just Indulging This Sweet, Sad, Elegiac, Bale Loneliness - Don't Tell Me You Haven't Been There.

Anybody Who Doesn't Know That Politics Is Crime Has Got A Few Screws Loose.

The Wildest Ride In Modern Crime Novel Exoticum. A Novel So Steeped In Milieu That It Feels As If You've Blasted To Mars In The Grip Of A Demon Who Won't Let You Go. Read This Book, Savor The Language-it's The Last-and The Most Compelling Word In Thrillers.

I Like To Be Alone So I Can Write. But Focus Can Hurt You. I Don't Want To Be Some Stress Casualty In Early Middle Age.

I Almost Had An Intransigent Mental Spirit. I Always Wanted Things.