If you want to call it that. But it is a very specific sort of magic. There's a magic you take from death. Something leaves the world, something else comes into it.

He couldn’t see why people made such a fuss about people eating their silly old fruit anyway, but life would be a lot less fun if they didn’t. And there was never an apple, in Adam’s opinion, that wasn’t worth the trouble you got into for eating it.

One thing that's interesting to me is how we as humans seem to be losing our ability to stand still and be alone with our thoughts. If you want to, you have to arrange it now. You have to go off where there's no WiFi and leave your equipment behind, but still have some sort of GPS tracking to make sure you don't get lost or die.

I think hell is something you carry around with you, not somewhere you go.

None of us know where our stories come from. That's why writers make fun of people who ask us where we get our ideas... because we don't know.

As far as I'm concerned, the entire reason for becoming a writer is not having to get up in the morning.

Are we human because we gaze at the stars or do we gaze at the stars because we are human?