There is no doubt that being human is incredibly difficult and cannot be mastered in one lifetime.

The sun is simple. A sword is simple. A storm is simple. Behind everything simple is a huge tail of complicated.

No more words. We know them all, all the words that should not be said. But you have made my world more perfect.

Seeing things a human shouldn't have to see makes us human.

at least nine-tenths of all the original reality ever created lies outside the multiverse, and since the multiverse by definition includes absolutely everything that is anything, this puts a bit of a strain on things. Outside the boundaries of the universe lie the raw realities, the could-have-beens, the might-bes, the never-weres, the wild ideas, all being created and uncreated chaotically like elements in fermenting supernovas. Just occasionally where the walls of the worlds have worn a bit thin, they can leak in.

The shortest unit of time in the multiverse is the New York Second, defined as the period of time between the traffic lights turning green and the cab behind you honking.

Money is an unavoidable consequence, but it isn't the reason I write; if it was, I wouldn't have written any of the YA books, because advances in that field are small compared to what I'd got now for an 'adult' DW.