There’s something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.

Ah, well, being conflicted means you can live a shallow life without copping to be a shallow person.

I can't think of anything more crushing than slowly, over time, realizing exactly how wrong you were about someone.

I'm all for whatever transitions the book properly to a movie.

It’s a very difficult era in which to be a person, just a real, actual person, instead of a collection of personality traits selected from an endless Automat of characters.

I was raised feral, and I mostly stayed that way.

People focus on the darker female characters in my books, but for every one of those, I can also show you an equally screwed up man that no one ever comments about, or a nicer woman that no one comments about.