We have to get the... the thing I got... to the Angel. And then he'll tell Door about her family, and he'll tell me how to get home." Lamia looked at Hunter with delight. "And he can give you brains," she said, cheerfully, "and me a heart.

Too soon, the sun will rise.

I love mythic stuff. I love playing with gods, I love playing with myths. A lot of it has to do with that they're the basic places stories come from. They're the clay that you make the bricks out of.

Yes. Growing up is highly overrated. Just be an author.

The moment that you feel that just possibly you are walking down the street naked...that's the moment you may be starting to get it right.

I'm probably slightly more famous than I've been comfortable with. Famous enough to have my phone calls returned is about as famous as I want to be.

I was always so relieved that anyone wants to publish anything I've written.