The Characters I Write About Are Very

There Is Nothing Like The Start Of A Season, Before All The One-run Losses, Pitching Breakdowns And Missed Opportunities. Before Reality Sets In.

The Setting Sun Burned The Sky Pink And Orange In The Same Bright Hues As Surfers' Bathing Suits. It Was Beautiful Deception, Bosch Thought, As He Drove North On The Hollywood Freeway To Home. Sunsets Did That Here. Made You Forget It Was The Smog That Made Their Colors So Brilliant, That Behind Every Pretty Picture There Could Be An Ugly Story.

I Think The Only Boundaries Are Individual And Personal. A Writer Should Be Free To Write About Anything He Or She Wants To, Including The Twin Towers. I Have Made Small References To 9/11 In My Past Two Books.

I Never Miss L.a. Because I'm There Enough.

What Is Jealousy But A Reflection Of Your Own Failures?