Creating some god for one's inspirations was always a good way to avoid accusations of pride should the scheme succeed, as well as the blame if did not.

Love was like a steamroller. There was no avoiding it; it went over you and you came out flat.

Genres aren't closed boxes. Stuff flows back and forth across the borders all the time.

Winning intoxicates you, and numbs you to the sufferings of others.

You can wipe your feet on me, twist my motives around all you like, you can dump millstones on my head and drown me in the river, but you can’t get me out of the story. I’m the plot, babe, and don’t ever forget it.

We still think of a powerful man as a born leader and a powerful woman as an anomaly.

I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.