I've been running from, and toward, death all my life, more aware of it than a person should be.

I'm a big girl, Finn.

What is that in his hand?" "A cleaver. As in-" "Butcher's knife." "You got it." "I hope not." "He does not look happy." "Are you sure it's a he?" "I don't want to know.

The way you get better is putting words on the page and getting them behind you.

Finn whispered, "What has a head, thorax, and abdomen, but stands six feet tall?" "A snowman?

The boys had asked why, if it acted slowly, was it called quicksand. The Mollusks had replied that, as far as they were concerned, most English names for things were silly. The word that they used for quicksand was a deep grunt that translated roughly to "uh-oh.

I'm still only half the writer I hope I will be.