I'd never understood the injunction not to regret anything, couldn't see how that wasn't cowardice.

I love it when people want to interpret my books.

PEOPLE HAVE WANTED TO narrate since first we banged rocks together & wondered about fire. There’ll be tellings as long as there are any of us here, until the stars disappear one by one like turned-out lights.

I feel fantastically geeky. [But] I'm not one of those people who's enormously proud of being a geek, but nor am I particularly ashamed of it.

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

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

The dead are way more organized than the living.