One of my rules is never explain. A writer is a lot like a magician, if you explain how the trick works then a lot of the magic turns mundane.

Hatred is a cold fire, and it gives no warmth.

Death is the last intimate thing we ever do.

Every relationship is messed up. What makes it really perfect is if you still want to be there when things suck.

Sometimes love makes you selfish. Sometimes it makes you stupid. Sometimes it reminds you why you love your gun.

Readers respond to every genre intensely, if it's a genre that appeals to them. Again, who can say why anyone enjoys horror and dark fantasy? If I can't answer the question for myself, I wouldn't dream of trying to answer it for others

Death, jewelry, or magic; it sounded like Valentine's Day.