In Poland, for a while, my books all had cartoons on the cover. I trust my publishers in each country to know what works in their individual markets.

You have everything. A family, a great job, a lot of people who look up to you. You've got a place to go home to. So go.

A lie took two parties - the weaver of the tale and the sucker who so badly wanted to believe it.

Having a fantasy come true doesn't always mean it will be permanent.

This isn't a lie, actually. I don't care why Edward left. All I really want to know is why I wasn't enough to make him stay.

On my license, it says I'm an organ donor, but the truth is I'd consider being an organ martyr. I'm sure I'm worth a lot more dead than alive - the sum of the parts equal more than the whole. I wonder who might wind up walking around with my liver, my lungs, even my eyeballs. I wonder what poor asshole would get stuck with whatever it is in me that passes for a heart.

As for his name, well, what attorney wouldn't want to be able put a Judge in a crate every now and then?