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

I started out writing much more science fictiony stuff and writing about science fiction.

Richard began to understand darkness: darkness as something solid and real, so much more than a simple absence of light. He felt it touch his skin, questing, moving, exploring: gliding through his mind. It slipped into his lungs, behind his eyes, into his mouth.

Whereas there are lots of good novels out there; there are a few good movies out there. People have been writing great poems for years, but there aren't a lot of good comics. I like trying to write them.

Death is the second oldest of the Endless. It's hard not to love her. She loves you, after all.

Nothing’s changed. You’ll go home. You’ll be bored. You’ll be ignored. No one will listen to you, really listen to you. You’re too clever and too quiet for them to understand. They don’t even get your name right.

I see libraries and librarians as frontline soldiers in the war against illiteracy and the lack of imagination.