I just want one person I can rescue and I want one person who needs me. Who can't live without me. I want to be a hero, but not just one time.

I want out of the labels. I don't want my whole life crammed into a single word. A story. I want to find something else, unknowable, some place to be that's not on the map. A real adventure.' A spinx. A mystery. A blank. Unknown. Undefined.

Everyone has something wrong. And for a while, her heart just sort of flat lined.

Without pain, without sacrifice we would have nothing. Like the first monkey shot into space.

Some mythological fat asswipe drives our national economy.

For sure, they don't teach you this in history class, but in colonial times, the person who got left in the stocks overnight was nothing less than fair game for everybody to nail. Men or women, anybody bent over had no way of knowing who was doing the ram job, and this was the real reason you never wanted to end up here unless you had a family member or a friend who'd stand with you the whole time. To protect you. To watch your ass, for real.

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