If you come to a fight thinking it will be a fair one, you didn't come prepared.

If I don't already know a song's chord progression, I'll stop writing and try to figure it out. I can occasionally listen to unstructured, amelodic ambient music, but I prefer no music. I don't need silence - I can write just about anywhere - but music is a major distraction.

War, hate, jealousy, racism - what are they but manifestations of fear?

I don't know how it is with other writers, but most of the time when I finish [reading] a story or novel, I may be pleased, I may even be impressed, but somewhere in the back of my mind I'm thinking, I can do that.

I love seeing the light go on in aspiring writers' eyes when you point out ways to improve their prose or their story - when they get it.

All men of honor are alone.

This dazzling, unput-downable debut novel proves beyond a doubt that Dan Wells has the gift. His teenage protagonist is as chilling as he is endearing. More John Wayne Cleaver, please.