Still anyone who trusts a serpent deserves its bite. The wise see a creature for what it is, not what it says it may be.

I just finished Colson Whitehead's "The Underground Railroad," which I think is a work of genius.

Weapons are kept from women, but such a naming suggests that perhaps men fear our talents in war as well as our desire for peace.

Sometimes words drew blood, they cut your tongue, they made you know things you couldn't unknow.

I wasn't good company, that was true, and people avoided me, but that was all right. I was too busy dreaming.

I don't think I make much of a distinction between the 'real' and the 'fantastic.' They both seem to be threads in the same cloth as far as I'm concerned.

Once you know some things, you can't unknow them. It's a burden that can never be given away.