All the truth in the world is held in stories.

He was giving me enough rope to hang myself with. Apparently he didn't realize that once a noose is tied it will fit one neck as easily as another.

Speculative fiction is where my heart lies. It's what I read growing up, and it's what I read as an adult.

If you open the door and realize things like the fact that Batman is occupying the same narrative space that Robin Hood used to fill 400 years ago, then you have the freedom to ignore the pointless "what is literature" discussion and just talk about stories.

If I talk about what I'm good at, I seem like I'm a conceited egomaniac.

...it is better to have a mouthful of poison than a secret of the heart.

“I will admit, I've never had a student offer himself up for a vicious beating in order to prove he's worth my time.” “This was nothing... Once I jumped off a roof.”