I love science fiction but especially his because it's so humane.

My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel.

Cleaning up after themselves was a low priority for Margo and my mother. They had both recovered from cancer scares, failed marriages, and lost hope; in their opinion, dirt could wait.

Do what you want, do what you will, do what you have to, do what you think you cannot.

In a world of sorrow, love was an act of will. All you needed were the right ingredients.

I've been a screenwriter for twenty-five years. Every one of my books have been optioned for movies and I have written a few of those screenplays.

Still, I couldn't help but wonder if it was a mistake for people like us to be tied to a place. If we weren't meant to be ready and willing to wander. If everything we needed was contained in who we were. And what we remember.