Do you love me? What? Do you? I love you. I don't know if I trust you. Maybe you shouldn't do either. Maybe I'm the one who should decide!

A writer is supposed to have anonymity.

If I kill you, you'll be awake, you'll be facing me, and you'll be armed.

Sometimes people are layered like that. There's something totally different underneath than what's on the surface. But sometimes, there's a third, even deeper level, and that one is the same as the top surface one. Like with pie.

I'm totally cool. I'm totally calm, and I'm totally cool. My calm is exceeded only by my cool. Which is total. Here we go.

You either have to write or you shouldn't be writing. That's all.

Veronica solves little puzzles because she, like all of us, cannot unravel the bigger ones.