Sometimes it seemed that the human heart, this side of Eden, feared life more than death, light more than darkness, freedom more than surrender.

In my books, I never portray violence as a reasonable solution to a problem. If the lead characters in the story are driven to it, it's at the extreme end of their experience.

I survive by finding the sweet spot between reason and unreason, between the rational and irrational.

The world needed a little Evil, so Good had something to compare itself to, but you couldn't let it think it had the right-of-way on the road and an invitation to dinner.

I admit to having an imagination feverish enough to melt good judgment.

Unreason is an essential medicine as long as you do not overdose.

If someone wrote it and it had a peculiar twist, I've read it.