I've always been sort of a closet sci-fi geek.

One of the failures of cellular communication is that tiredness often comes across as sadness.

What's better, I wonder - to be a toy for the humans, or to control your own destiny , even if the only way to do so is suicide?

Listen to me: I never married because I was too easily bored. It's an awful, self-defeating trait to have. It's much better to be too easily interested.

I feel like there's so much darkness in all of my books.

Dumped doesn't even begin to describe it. If you're going to use a trash metaphor, incinerated is more like it.

I'm liking that I can throw any kind of sentence at her without worrying it's too out there.