In the future, maybe quantum mechanics will teach us something equally chilling about exactly how we exist from moment to moment of what we like to think of as time.

Certainly a decade and a half out in the real world, bashing my head against things, probably made me into a more textured writer. It gives you something to write about.

I have so little patience with the whole Y.A. book thing. As far as I'm concerned, you either read books for children or you read books for adults.

I think by definition you need to have lived a little bit to write anything that's humanly true.

A preoccupation with the next world clearly shows an inability to cope credibly with this one.

We all get our dreams stamped on from time to time, right? And if it didn’t hurt, what kind of second-rate dreams would they be?

The human eye is a wonderful device. With a little effort, it can fail to see even the most glaring injustice.