Scars are memory. Like sutures. They stitch the past to me.

The Weaver is a really godlike power. It's not even a blind idiot god, a sort of Lovecraft thing, it's just a purely capricious god. It's an intelligence you can't understand, so you can't trust it." -Amazon.com interview

Word spread because word will spread. Stories and secrets fight, stories win, shed new secrets, which new stories fight, and on.

I'll never be a minimalist. The fact that the prose is more tightly controlled doesn't for a minute mean that it's minimalist. I very much like arcane words and baroque sentence structure.

Part of the appeal of the fantastic is taking ridiculous ideas very seriously and pretending they're not absurd.

I differ with myself then agree, like the rock that was broken and cemented together. I change my opinion.

If you're brave enough to try, you might be able to catch a train from UnLondon to Parisn't, or No York, or Helsunki, or Lost Angeles, or Sans Francisco, or Hong Gone, or Romeless.