When both of you are beautiful, neither of you is beautiful. Together, as a couple, you're less than the sum of your parts.

We all have this moment, when your folks first see you as someone not growing up to be them.

What I'm always trying to do with every book is to recreate the effect of the stories we heard as children in front of campfires and fireplaces - the ghost stories that engaged us.

This is passive-aggression in action.

It's creepy, but here we are, the Pilgrims, the crackpots of our time, trying to establish our own alternate reality. To build a world out of rocks and chaos. What it's going to be, I don't know. Even after all that rushing around, where we've ended up is the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night. And maybe knowing isn't the point. Where we're standing right now, in the ruins in the dark, what we build could be anything.

I am an invisible monster, and I am incapable of loving anybody. You don't know which is worse.

No matter how bad things get, you can still walk away.