Occupation: Writer Birth: January 6, 1971
Reading is not just an escape. It is access to a better way of life..
It really sucks getting older. Sometimes I'll be walking along and I'll just glance over my shoulder to make sure nothing has fallen off..
I never felt isolated; I just liked being alone. I think that some people are good at being alone, and some people arent, and as a child, I really li….
Keeping libraries open, giving access to all children to all books is vital to our nation's sovereignty..
Being a Southerner, Im interested in sex, violence, religion and all the things that make life interesting..
Reading develops cognitive skills. It trains our minds to think critically and to question what you are told. This is why dictators censor or ban boo….
Every successful author I know faced crushing rejection early on, and they got back up and kept going..
I don't understand people who say they're bored. Look out your window..
Don't try to follow in my footsteps. Make your own footsteps! No one else can tell the stories that are inside of you except for you..
sexual predators were like cockroaches. For every one you saw, there were twenty more hiding behind the walls..
You can take my heart, but I can't let you take my dog..
Even Gone With the Wind had a shocking, cold-blooded murder..
If you're a smart guy, you should really try to find out what women are thinking. I mean, we are 51 percent of the population..
As a Southerner, I love obstacles for my characters..
You didn't realize what was passing you by until you slowed down a little bit to get a better look..
A lot of novels use crime as a stepping stone to talk about greater issues. So I just think of myself as a writer..
Everybody had something horrible happen to them at one time or another in their life..
Usually, guys, when something bad happens, they punish someone else..
Everyone had a reason for everything they did, even if that reason was sometimes stupidity..
I'm afraid of the general things that everyone is afraid of: a bump in the night that could be a cat or Death dragging his sickle across the room; lo….
People just make stupid mistakes. And they keep making them and keep making them, and suddenly they can't dig themselves out..