As far as this categorization of books, the way I see it is there are really a hundred-odd categories of books plus one, and on the top shelf at home, I've got the books I love, my favorite books, and that's the type of book that I want to write.

He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.

Every time you find something that doesn't work, you're a step closer to what does work.

They were glued down, every last one of them. A packet of souls. Was it fate?Misfortune?Is that what glued them down like that?Of course not.Let's not be stupid.It probably had more to do with the hurled bombs, thrown down by humans hiding in the clouds.

A fighter can be a winner, but that doesn't make a winner a fighter.

Can a wolfe be beautiful?

People die of broken hearts. They have heart attacks. And it's the heart that hurts most when things go wrong and fall apart.