He asked for a specific. I gave him a specific. I'm sorry it wasn't puppies.

I picture my books as movies when I get stuck, and when I'm working on a new idea, the first thing I do is hit theaters to work out pacing and mood.

There was no sun; there was no light. I was dying. I couldn't remember what the sky looked like. But I didn't die. I was lost to a sea of cold, and then I was reborn into a world of warmth.

Crashing into the trembling void Stretching my hand to you Losing myself to frigid regret Is this fragile love A way To say Good-bye

In the darkness, he is invisible, but I can still feel him beside me. Sometimes you don't have to see something to know it is there.

Wow, you're never allowed to sleep late again. You're crankier than a fat guy in stilettos.

There is no better taste than this: someone else’s laughter in your mouth.