Remember how you used to be able to feel your bed breathing and the walls spinning when you were a kid?

I remember my comic strips being called "new wave." It bugged me.

I used to live a very social life and never spend much solitary time looking at birds or reading.

When I work on a book, I usually start with a question. And I don't sit around and go "I need to write a book. What's a good question?" It will be a question that's just clanging around in my head.

At the center of everything we call 'the arts,' and children call 'play,' is something which seems somehow alive.

The histories of vampires and people are not so different, really. How many of us can honestly see our own reflection?

The minute you understand racism, you're responsible for being racist. It's like eating from the tree of knowledge.