Angel screeched with fury and despair to the empty walls around her. "I'm human, do you hear me? It hurts!

I'm a very good storyteller; I have a lot of compassion for people. That's very useful for a novelist. A lot of novelists are snots. They're just mean people. I'm not a terribly skilled stylist, nor do I want to be. I want a lot of people to read one of my stories and go, 'That was pretty cool.'

A boy and a girl, fated to rule all. Two will rise, and One will fall.

You're lucky if you find something you like to do, and it's a miracle if somebody will pay you to do it.

You could have gotten a car with GPS," Total said helpfully. Yes," I said "Or we could have brought along a dog that doesn't talk." I gave Angel a pointed look, and she smiled, well, angelically, at me. Total huffed, offended at me and climbed into her lap.

It's our job - as parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles - to find books our kids are going to like.

Bizarre! That's the only word I can use to describe life sometimes. Just freaking bizarre.