I liked this idea: that peculiarness wasn't a deficiency, but an abundance; that it wasn't we who lacked something normals had, but they who lacked peculiarness. That we were more, not less.

I had just come to accept that my life would be ordinary when extraordinary things began to happen.

Your tribe is out there, you just have to find them.

It's easy to say you don't care about money when you have plenty of it.

But these weren't the kind of monsters that had tentacles and rotting skin, the kind a seven-year-old might be able to wrap his mind around-they were monsters with human faces, in crisp uniforms, marching in lockstep, so banal you don't recognize them for what they are until it's too late.

When you're writing, at least when I'm writing, I don't think about themes and I try not to sermonize with any particular message.

If you are a conscious human being who has opinions about the world, then you will unconsciously put your own perspective into the book.