As long as we remember a person, they're not really gone. Their thoughts, their feelings, their memories, they become a part of us.

I like creating villains.

When you write, you take the ball and you hold it up to the light and you turn it slowly, and let people draw their own conclusions. And try to bring empathy to all sides of the equation.

It was possible, he understood, for a person's life to become just a long series of mistakes, and that the end, when it came, was just one more mistake in a chain of bad choices. The thing was, most of these mistakes were actually borrowed from other people. You took their bad ideas, and for whatever reason, made them your own.

And I had always liked vampire stories because they are great material that can be refashioned in lots of ways.

The sadness you feel is not your own. It's his sadness you feel in your heart, Amy, for missing you.

There was something in the pages of these books that had the power to make him feel better about things, a life raft to cling to before the dark currents of memory washed him downstream again, and on brighter days, he could even see himself going on this way for some time. A small but passable life. And then, of course, the end of the world happened.