Kids love me because I write stories that tell them about their capacity for evil. I'm one of the few writers who lets you cleanse yourself that way.

Science and religion have to go hand in hand with the mystery, because there's a certain point beyond which you say, "There are no answers."

I'm interested in having fun with ideas, throwing them up in the air like confetti and then running under them.

The purpose of fiction is not to nail you to the ground as facts do, but to take you to the edge of the cliff and kick you off so you build your wings on the way down.

Let the world burn through you. Throw the prism light, white hot, on paper.

With a book tucked in one hand, and a computer shoved under my elbow, I will march, not sidle, shudder or quake, into the twenty-first century.

Each person was himself one alone. One oneness, a unit in a society, but always afraid, always alone. If I should scream, if I should call for help, would anyone hear would it even matter?