One of the things that I love so much about fantasy and science fiction is that the weirdness that it creates is always at its best completely its own end and also metaphorically and symbolically laden.

A sickly little smile grew and died on his mouth like a fungus.

Is it more childish and foolish to insist that there is a conspiracy or that there is not?

The problem with most genre fantasy is that it's not nearly fantastic enough. It's escapist, but it can't escape.

I love it when people want to interpret my books.

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

I'm a science fiction and fantasy geek.