Nature has become something new. It is ours now, truly. And if our creation devours us, how poetic will that be?

I write at a standing desk, which has helped me be much more productive and solved some back problems, but mostly all my quirky habits have to do with procrastination and avoidance rather than with work. I'm slowly trying to stamp those out.

Killing isn't free. It takes something out of you every time you do it. You get their life; they get a piece of your soul. It's always a trade.

It’s human nature to tear one another apart. Be glad you come from such a successful line of killers.

She smiles at him, too young to know him for a stranger, and too innocent yet to care.

Of course, the more you read, the more you learn, and ultimately there is more information than you can ever use. The difficulty is that as an outsider, you know you're too ignorant for your own good, and so the urge to keep researching and *never* start writing is pretty strong.

I like fast plots with things that explode.