It isn't up to me to break his heart; that's time's job.

In case you're an alien and you're reading this: BITE ME.

So often the monsters that crowd our minds are nothing more than the strange and thoroughly alien progeny of our own fearful fantasies.

Sarcasm doesn't appear to work on him. If that's true, I'm in trouble: It's my normal mode of communication.

There's the bullshit you know that you know; the bullshit you don't know and know you don't know; and the bullshit you just think you know but really don't.

I have a very low tolerance for boredom and often think I would have missed out on books entirely if Id grown up in the Internet and video game age. Now I enjoy books for people of all ages, including children.

We are the clay, and you are Michelangelo. And we will be your masterpiece.