When you dream, sometimes you remember. When you wake, you always forget.

There aren't any good guys, and there aren't any bad guys. There's just us. People. Doing our best to get by.

You know what killed off the dinosaurs, Whateley? We did. In one barbecue.

I was a book-y child. I was much more book-y than dark.

Because, if one is writing novels today, concentrating on the beauty of the prose is right up there with concentrating on your semi-colons, for wasted effort.

And, too ignorant to be scared, too young to be awed, Tristan Thorn traveled beyond the fields we know.

I lay on the bed and lost myself in stories. I liked that. Books were safer than other people anyways.