Eating good food is my favourite thing in the whole world. Nothing is more blissful.

The job of every generation is to discover the flaws of the one that came before it. That's part of growing up, figuring out all the ways your parents and their friends are broken.

I decided to read something I normally hate: a cosy mystery. You know one of those mysteries where everything is tidily wrapped up at the end and everyone lives happily ever after? An Agatha Christie kind of mystery. They are so not my thing. But then someone was raving about Barbara Neely's Blanche White books and they sounded interesting.

My favourite vampires are all very scary indeed. So the idea of falling in love with one is just weird to me.

Zombies are the proletariat. Long live the workers!

I can critique the bad; I can take the good, and I can add whatever I want.

Really, according to the shrinks, I am angry at everyone ever. Especially them. I am all anger and resentment all the time. Not one of them has ever suggested that maybe I lie because the world is better the way I tell it.