Because that's what heaven is...it's opening the door of a house in twilight and everyone you love is there.

And I grew up on a steady diet of science fiction, especially apocalyptic and postapocalyptic fiction.

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.

It happened fast. Thirty-two minutes for one world to die, another to be born.

I think many years ago I got on a bus in L.A. and drove around to see the stars' homes, but that's the extent of my direct experience in Hollywood.

Choosing writing as a career, just by itself, is a measure of not being a calculating person.

Here she was, a women who could bolt-load a crossbow in under a second, put half a dozen long arrows in the air in fewer than five, blade a target dead through the sweet spot at six meters, on the run, on an off day; and yet knitting a pair of baby booties seemed completely beyond her power.