When you lose someone you love, you die too, and you wait around for your body to catch up.

I don't care whether I really exist or don't, whether I'm real or fictional. What I want right now is to be the person who decides my own fate.

I both love and am terrified by Greg Van Eekhout's vision of Los Angeles. I already want to go back.

Don’t discount that part of who he was just because you didn’t know it. None of us are all of who we are to any one person.

I failed angst in high school. They let me graduate anyway.

When it came time to make the audiobook, Audible did an ingenious thing: they asked both Wil Wheaton and Amber Benson to record entire versions of the book. As the author, I'm impressed with Audible's commitment to my narrative -- and I'm geeking out that both Wil and Amber are reading my book. This is fantastic.

If your flirting strategy is indistinguishable from harassment, it's not everyone else that's the problem.