Touch her, and I'll freeze your testicles off and put them in a jar. Understand?

Metallic trees. That's new. If you see any steel dryads, be sure to tell me so I can run away screaming.

And I swear, if there is a way for us to be together, I will find it. No matter how long it takes. If I have to chase your soul to the ends of eternity, I won't stop until I find you, I promise.

I wished that, for once, faery tales – real faery tales, not Disney fairy tales – would have a happy ending.

Oh, we're playing nice now? Shall we have tea first? Brew up a nice pot of kiss-my-ass?

When I wrote my first story, all the characters were teenagers because I think 16, 17 is a great age.

You don't dwell on what you've lost, you just move on.