All children are born pure egoists. They perceive their needs to the exclusion of all others. Only through socialization do they learn that some forms of gratification must be deferred and others denied.
Fighting means you could lose. Bullying means you can’t. A bully wants to beat somebody; he doesn’t want to fight somebody.
Building a mechanical device for its appearance is like putting lace on a bowling ball.
I don’t understand people whose gratification is a BMW. You don’t know what joy is until you see a kid who was tortured get adopted by a family.
I hate bullies. I hate them. I’m not good enough with words to describe how much I hate them.
We don’t protect our young, and we tolerate predators of our own species.
In some neighborhoods, if you want to walk down the streets, you’ve got two choices – look down, or look hard.
Ask any experienced defense lawyer: the real risks are for an accused person who is innocent. A guilty defendant has many more options available.
While early childhood experiences may impel, they do not compel. In the end, evil is a matter of choice.
Crime takes the pulse of a culture. It tells us the truth about us as a species.
I’m in pursuit of what cannot be achieved: perfection.
A kid in an abusive home has far fewer rights than any POW. There is no Geneva Convention for kids.
There is no Constitutional right to prey on others. The Internet is just a piece of technology, like the telephone. Society has the right to modify its uses.
I think people should be consumers of journalism.
People are pushing against the fabric of society all the time.
The idea that you’re not a writer until you’re published is a lie.
Journalism is what maintains democracy. It’s the force for progressive social change.
The third person narrator, instead of being omniscient, is like a constantly running surveillance tape.
Victimizers of children are the enemies of any so-called society.
Journalism is the protection between people and any sort of totalitarian rule. That’s why my hero, admittedly a flawed one, is a journalist.
I believe my publisher has shown a great deal of faith in me over a lot of years but I’m not prepared to be so arrogant to say that the long-term literary value of my work would compensate them for a financial failure.
Courier 12 is the Type-O blood of fonts – works just as good for a ‘N.Y. Times’ op-ed as a screenplay or a short story.
I did criminal defense work part-time, and that paid the bills for representing abused and neglected children… and for defending in juvenile court those kids the ‘child protective system’ had missed when it had the chance.
Without question, I’ve either got to be a writer, or I fail.
My life is triage.
I don’t take advances for my books.
I don’t sign contracts for my books.
No politician is threatened by the child protective constituency, because it does not exist.
If I ever stopped being angry, I couldn’t write anymore. How could I?
I write everything in Courier 12 because I write for publication, not pleasure.
I don’t even use italics or boldface; that’s clutter, not clarity. Fancy fonts are fine for blogs, just as calligraphy is fine for diaries. But when you’re writing for anyone other than yourself, you want to get as universal as possible.
Ours is a country where anything can be accomplished if enough people get angry… because, in America, we act on our collective anger.
Anyone who says, ‘Books don’t change anything,’ or – more commonly – that crime fiction is the wrong genre for promoting social change – should take a closer look.
A trial is not a search for truth. It is a contest and, often, one that produces no winners.
I didn’t start out angry. I started out a young man wanting adventure.
My stuff isn’t for everyone.