Look at what he utterly obliterated: Danielle van Dam. We need go no further than that.

Somebody broke into that house and got her. Somebody got her out without her screaming, yelling, alerting her family, without the dog doing anything.

I'm here to persuade you, beyond a doubt ... who murdered Danielle van Dam.

She does not get to wear those any more. They were taken off her dead body, put into a bag and stored with the San Diego Police Department evidence lab, because of what he did.

Even in making objects, as soon as you start to get the feeling that some form of craft is coming into place, you realize that everything is wrong. Because craft is really just a fetish. It is wasted energy. It's about the object, some space which has nothing to do with the human.

My characters aren't chess pieces. I don't move them around some big board. I actually care about these fictitious people.