If it is the case that love does survive death, then you may consider this to be a happy ending. Boy meets girl. Boy gets girl. Happily ever after or not.

My books are always about someone obtaining a power to replace the previous sort of power that they held.

Our real discoveries come from chaos.

There's no escaping fate, it just keeps going. Day and night, the future just keeps coming at you.

Love is bullshit. Emotion is bullshit. I am a rock. A jerk. I'm an uncaring asshole and proud of it.

I'm fascinated by the whole issue of arousal addiction, which seems to be mostly a problem for young men.

Shotgunning anybody in this room would be the moral equivalent of killing a car, a Barbie doll, a vacuum cleaner. We're all such products.