It's inappropriate for the queen of the dead to be afraid of ghosts.

Back off, boys. You don't want to mess with an out-of-work secretary. We're real testy.

It's nice to see you again, Laura." "Thank you, Mrs. T-" "No, no, no. Please, my name is-" "Mud," I suggested. "Mud Barfbag Taylor. Call her Asshat for short." ~Laura, Antonia, Betsy

All writers are crazy. So never mind what the editors and your family and your critique group tells you. Submit your manuscripts and keep submitting until you get an offer. Then you can be crazy, with a paycheck.

Why is it suddenly uncool to spell? That's all I want to know.

Majesty, I beg your forgiveness for the idignity you suffered and offer you the head of our enemy as—" "Put that thing down," I said impatiently. "I can't talk to you when you're shaking his head like a damned maraca.

Take your hands off her, Sinclair told the guy behind me, Or they'll write books about what I'll do to you.