The body ages. grows. passes through near-lunatic phases of reproductive frenzy, but you are born and die essentially the same person. That... that is proof of your deathless soul.

The only reason why we ask other people how their weekend was is so we can tell them about our own weekend.

It's only in drugs or death we'll see anything new, and death is just too controlling.

Everyone wants to be tested and challenged. Everyone would like a good, honest fight to exhaust their frustrations.

You can say anything if enough people will listen.

If I can't be beautiful, I want to be invisible.

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