I was writing the kind of comic that would make me, at age 26 or 27, go down to a comic book store every month and spend my $2. That was my starting point. I wanted to write a comic that I would read. And that's still my agenda.

Her other mother smiled brightly and the hair on her head drifted like plants under the sea.

I wish being a beekeeper, which I am, gave you a free pass on the carbon footprint, but it doesn't.

So, if a city has a personality, maybe it also has a soul. Maybe it dreams.

People who believe they'll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, learn it doesn't work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you.

As for thinking time versus writing time, well, that's up to you. But - and I wish it were otherwise - books don't get written by thinking about them, they get written by writing them. And that's when you make discoveries about what you're writing. That's when you get the happy accidents.

The moonlight was enough. It would do.