Nobody will ever hurt her. She’ll just smile her faint vague wonderful smile and walk away.

She had the feeling that the door was looking at her, which she knew was silly, and knew on a deeper level was somehow true.

I'm intrigued with figuring out the places [where] the horrible and the beautiful meet - that aesthetic fascinates me.

You don't have to test everything to destruction just to see if you made it right.

Short stories are tiny windows into other worlds and other minds and dreams. They are journeys you can make to the far side of the universe and still be back in time for dinner.

Sister Mary chose that moment to come in with the tea. Satanist or not, she'd also found a plate and arranged some iced biscuits on it.

I'm somebody who considers happiness a journey, not a destination.