I am anti-life, the Beast of Judgment. I am the dark at the end of everything. The end of universes, gods, worlds…of everything. And what will you be then, Dreamlord?" "I am hope.

I watch my heart disappearing into her rosebud mouth. My Valentine's jest somehow seems less funny.

There's none so blind as those who will not listen.

I would like to see anyone, prophet, king or God, convince a thousand cats to do the same thing at the same time.

If you give a writer a pile of blank paper and say you can write anything you like on any subject you want at any length you want, you will probably never get anything at all, whereas if you have 900 words to write, and it's fiction that is somehow op-ed fiction, and it needs to tie in with Halloween . . . okay, those are my constraints, that's where I now need to start building something.

It's astonishing how much trouble one can get oneself into, if one works at it. And astonishing how much trouble one can get oneself out of, if one assumes that everything will, somehow or other, work out for the best.

For a moment he thought she was about to hit him, which would have been bad, or even start crying, which would have been much, much worse.