I know that this is the internet, and we're all anonymous and all that, but really. It doesn't hurt to try to be nice.

If there's one thing that a study of history has taught us, it is that things can always get worse.

That doesn't happen," she explained. "Stars fall. They don't go back up again." "You could be the first," he told her.

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

I think that pretty much every form of fiction (I’d include fantasy, obviously) can actually be a real escape from places where you feel bad, and from bad places. It can be a safe place you go, like going on holiday, and it can be somewhere that, while you’ve escaped, actually teaches you things you need to know when you go back, that gives you knowledge and armour and tools to change the bad place you were in. So no, they’re not escapist. They’re escape.

I learned to write by writing.

Birds are the last of the dinosaurs. Tiny velociraptors with wings. Devouring defenseless wiggly things and, and nuts, and fish, and, and other birds. They get the early worms. And have you ever watched a chicken eat? They may look innocent, but birds are, well, they're vicious.