And this was your friend?" Cordelia raised her eyebrows. "Seems to me the only difference between your friends and your enemies is how long the stand around chatting before they shoot you.

Growing up, I have discovered over time, is rather like housework: never finished.

Bleeding ulcers run in my family, we give them to each other.

The rule for finding plots for character-centered novels, which is to ask: 'So what's the worst possible thing I can do to *this* guy?' And then do it.

What you are is a question only you can answer.

Forward momentum only worked as a strategy if one had correctly identified which way was forward.

A hundred objective measurements didn't sum the worth of a garden; only the delight of its users did that.