And when reality goes, sanity has no reason.

Trust me-that toilet and me were best friends for the first few days I was here.

It's one of the things I love most about being an author - seeing the different covers from each country.

There always has to be someone to take the punches. That's how it works. It isn't fair, it isn't right, but that kid licking slop off the floor over there means that we get to eat in peace.

Nobody cares. You shouldn't either.

When you're scared - and I mean really scared, not just hearing a noise in the night, or standing toe to toe with someone twice your size who wants to pound you into the earth - it feels as if you're being injected with darkness. It's like black water as cold as ice settling in your body where your blood and marrow used to be, pushing every other feeling out as it fills you from your feet to your scalp. It leaves you with nothing.

It's incredible how much stamina you can find when you're fighting and enemy in battle, even if that enemy is just in your imagination.