For a long time I thought I was a poet, but that's a high title to claim.

Everything means something.

We shouldn't live as if [other worlds] mattered more than this life in this world, because where we are is always the most important place.

My books are about killing God.

Everyone, from the Mother Superior to the priests to my parents--they were so upset and reproachful...I felt as if something they all passionately believed in depended on me carrying on with something I didn't.

It’s like having to make a choice: a blessing or a curse. The one thing you can’t do is choose neither.

And barely ten minutes later the soft sound of wingbeats came to their ears, and Balthamos stood up eagerly. The next moment, the two angels were embracing, and Will, gazing into the flames, saw their mutual affection. More than affection: they loved each other with a passion.