But you know what? It's not my behavior I'm worried about anymore. It's yours.

She thought of the orchids spreading across the plains below, choking the life out of other plants, out of the soil itself, selfish and unstoppable. Tally Youngblood was a weed. And, unlike the orchids, she wasn't even a pretty one.

Typographical laziness was slowly destroying our culture, according to Lexa and her pals. Inexactitude was death.

I'd watched too many schoolmates graduate into mental institutions, into group homes and jails, and I knew that locking people up was paranormal - against normal, not beside it. Locks didn't cure; they strangled.

I used to be a pre-industrial writer: thousands of words in a spurt and then a few days off. But as I get older, I've switched to a mode best described as 'slow and steady wins the race.' Basically, I write during the same four hours every day, after breakfast and the all-important coffee, generally in the same room and wearing the same pajamas.

And you know, these things don't last forever.' I know, Mandy. Nothing does.' That's the spirit.

Their reasons don't mean anything unless I have a choice.