Quotes About Author

I want to work in revelations, not just spin silly tales for money. I want to fish as deep down as possible into my own subconscious in the belief that once that far down, everyone will understand because they are the same that far down.

Ye know, Cork Courrant-Porky Implant. Tis a jest Ian

An evil vampire would not have such a black pit of pain and remorse hidden in his heart. He wouldn't know the meaning of remorse.

why did he have a small army of kilted Highlanders? Where on earth did a person acquire such an army? Did he place an ad in the paper—Wanted: small army of kilted Highlanders?

Connor, if ye doona kill this fledgling, I will. The lad is begging for it." -Angus McKay about Gregori Holstein

If organized religion is the opium of the masses, then disorganized religion is the marijuana of the lunatic fringe.

There's a Mesmer in our midst. We must consult with Gizmo immediately!

I even let NORAD track me every year.

Brodie Bruce: I LOVE THE SMELL OF COMMERCE IN THE MORNING!

He thought they might be shy around him, but in the spirit of three-year-olds, they actually paid him no attention at all.

I'm also much less certain than Audrey and Ben were in their final arguments, but that's because I'm searching for the truth whereas they're just trying to win a case.

Timothy's eyes kind of flashed with recognition, as if the seventeenth-century ghost who lived inside him had suddenly awakened.

For a second, there was that weird flicker in her eyes, that wickedness that I loved, that I wanted to live inside. A wicked child was the most beautiful thing in the world.

resources. In terms of size, they number well over

It's often a matter of sitting in front of the computer and worrying. It's what writing comes down to--worrying that things aren't going to work out.

with a thug of a string, i'd cut loose my pain, my longing...

James Parkinson. George Huntington. Robert Graves. John Down. Now this Lou Gehrig fellow of mine. How did men come to monopolize disease names too?" I blink and my mother blinks back, and then she is laughing and so am I. Even as I crumple inside.

So, then. You want a story and I will tell you one. But just the one. Don't either of you ask me for more.

Then Kabul's dogs, who had developed a taste for human meat, would feast. All

But the most impressive thing about your story is that it has irony.

We'll take care of her, Laila jan," one of the women said with an air of self-importance. Laila had been to funerals before where she had seen women like this, women who relished all things that had to do with death, official consolers who let no one trespass on their self-appointed duties. (p. 136.)

It's wrong what they say about the past, I've learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out

It had struck her as comically officious then, hearing his full name uttered.

then. You want a story and I will tell you one. But just the one. Don't either of you ask me for more.