I'm a novelist, that's how I make my livelihood, and I concentrate on the novels.

I feel like something important has happened to me. Is this possible?

If your words're true, they're armed.

I recently bought a cat, but took it back a day later because our personalities clashed.

Don't bemoan your misspent life quite yet. Forgive me for flaunting my experience, but you have no conception of what a misspent life constitutes.

Try this for deviancy: fabricants are mirrors held up to purebloods' conscience; what purebloods see reflected there sickens them. So they blame you for holding the mirror." I hid my shock by asking when purebloods might blame themselves. Mephi replied, "History suggests, not until they are made to.

The earth's a door if you press your ear against it.