To hell with housework, our top priority has always been between our legs.

Idiot people like Angel Delaporte who look for a supernatural reason for ordinary events, those people drive Misty nuts.

My stories tend to bring people from isolation into community - with at least one other person, usually with a whole community of people - so that they find themselves accepted back by a world that they kind of fled from.

I might be a touch of a sadist and a little bit jejune... but at least I'm not a victim, not any longer. I hope. I hope, therefore I am.

It's not enough to be numbered with the grains of sand on the beach and the stars in the sky.

In a world where billions believe their deity conceived a mortal child with a virgin human, it's stunning how little imagination most people display.

My whole life is about forgetting. It's my most valuable job skill.