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.

Oh, filmmakers, please don't take my soft book and turn it into a horror, or take my horror and make it soft.

the intermittent breeze carried her scent to me again and again , singing in another language of memories from another form .

Peppermint swirled into my nostrils, sharp as glass, then raspberry almost to sweet, like too-ripe fruit. Apple, crisp and pure. Nuts, buttery, warm, earthy

You’re my change of skin / my summer-winter-fall / I spring to follow you / this loss is beautiful.

Would we be so enamored with dystopian fiction if we lived in a culture where violent death was a major concern? It wouldn't be escapism.

There are too many people on horseback today trying to prove themselves, trying to prepare, trying to get faster. They haven't discovered yet that it's not the fastest who make it to race day. You only have to be the fastest of those who are left.