There's plenty of sense in nonsense sometimes, if you wish to look for it.

How can you not care?" "Practice," Magnus said, looking back to his book and turning the page.

Sometimes minor characters are based on people I know, on friends of mine. But I'm not writing a thinly veiled version of my own life.

If You don't give readers what they want, they'll be mad at you. If you give them what they do want, they'll be even more mad at you.

I'm not unhappy," he said. "Only people with no purpose are unhappy. I've got a purpose.

Charlotte, who had sagged back in her chair, her eyes half-closed, said, “Will, I have already been up all night copying down the relevant parts. Much of it was—” “Gibberish?” Jem suggested. “Pornographic?” said Will at the same time. “Could be both,” said Will. “Haven’t you ever heard of pornographic gibberish before?

Far below ran the silver ribbon of the East River, braceleted by shining bridges, flecked by boats as small as flyspecks, splitting the shining banks of light that were Manhattan and Brooklyn on either side.