The process of writing is a little like madness, a kind of possession not altogether benign.

A thing named is a thing tamed.

But I rather thought--I mean, I heard you'd killed Balder the Fair." "I never did," snapped Loki crossly. "Well, no one ever proved I did. What happened to the presumption of innocence? Besides, he was supposed to be invulnerable. Was it my fault that he wasn't?

Some books you read. Some books you enjoy. But some books just swallow you up, heart and soul.

I have an advanced degree in procrastination and another one in paranoia.

Death should be a celebration. Like a birthday. I want to go up like a rocket when my time comes, and fall down in a cloud of stars, and hear everyone go: ahh!

Like a domestic cat, purring on the sofa by day, but by night, a strutting queen, a natural killer, disdainful of her other life.