I'd always wanted to write books ever since I was a kid.

Like Richard Price and the late, great Elmore Leonard, Matt Burgess is one of those cool, quick and funny writers who can turn a seemingly routine crime caper into something special.

The greatest sin for a writer is to be boring.

The first rule of hurricane coverage is that every broadcast must begin with palm trees bending in the wind.

Sunset on the water ought to be a quiet and easy time, but I guess some people can't stand a little silence.

My escape is to just get in a boat and disappear on the water.

My driving record is not exemplary, but I have never had a speeding ticket over 100 m.p.h. I can say that unequivocally.

Disney's something to be a little alarmed about. It's not just a little theme park anymore. It's now an ethic and outlook and strategy that goes way beyond central Florida.

There is no writer's block in a newsroom. There's only unemployment block.

Unfortunately for novelists, real life is getting way too funny and far-fetched.

I've always enjoyed making people laugh. But in order for me to be funny, I have to get ticked off about something.

What if the mosquitos are converting the pesticide to a weak form of pyrethrums, a poison to people?

A mn ages hs enemy because he hates his own hate. He says to himself: I hate him not because he's my enemy, not because he hates me, but because he arouses me to hate.

The fact that we have people who have headed up oil corporations now assigned to places in cabinet.

And for the first time in hundreds of years, the night came alive with the music of dragons.

Part of company culture is path-dependent. It’s the lessons you learn along the way.

Khrushchev reminds me of the tiger hunter who has picked a place on the wall to hang the tiger's skin long before he has caught the tiger. This tiger has other ideas.

There's nothing so unreliable as figures, and everybody but a mathematician knows that. Figures lie right to your face.

If the truth is with you, no power can knock you down!

You love a nothing when you love an ingrate.

Pacifism will remain an ideal, war a fact, and if the White race decides to wage it no longer, the dark ones will, and will become the masters of the world.