I’ve always believed that as an author, I do 50% of the work of storytelling, and the reader does the other 50%. There’s no way I can control the story you tell yourself from my book. Your own experiences, preferences, prejudices, mood at the moment, current events in your life, needs and wants influence how you read my every word.

He would never abandon her, never leave a gaping hole, and even if he died someday, he was preserved like a lab specimen from all the alcohol he imbibed, so he wouldn't look or act much different.

It was karma, it was kismet, it was magic. It doesn't matter how it happened, just that it did.

... fantasy is not practice for what is real—fantasy is the opiate of women.

I think the only way to get through this life is laughing hard and constantly, mostly at myself.

Yes, we'll yell, 'Help, help us, goose girl, and bring the terrifying legion of warrior geese'.

No matter that we could be beheaded for this,” said Esa. “Heads are overrated.” “Yes, they are so unfashionable,” said Miri, imitating an Aslandian accent. “This spring, ladies of style are wearing their feathers in their necks.