As soon as you publish a book and the reader reads it, they're making an extension of your brain with their brain.

As a person, I do ascribe to a lot of magical thinking myself.

In the end, fiction is the craft of telling truth through lies.

While writing, writers are living inside a character or characters, and when the book ekes into the world, writers are living inside the reader. That's more than connecting.

Amor animi arbitrio sumitu, non ponitur; we choose to love; we do not choose to cease loving.

Who, in the midst of passion, is vigilant against illness? Who listens to the reports of recently decimated populations in Spain, India, Bora Bora, when new lips, tongues and poems fill the world?

If there's a black cat that crosses the street in my path, I will turn around and walk 20 minutes out of my way to not cross it.

Depressing thought: my friends were the girls I ate lunch with, all buddies from kindergarten who knew one another so well we weren't sure if we even liked one another anymore.

Sometimes you have to let time carry you past your troubles.

I'm a private person, a shy person. Sometimes, reading for eleven hours straight feels to me like the perfect way to spend a day.

I love Twitter. It's like having a closet full of clever friends that you can visit twice a day, then shove back into the darkness when you're tired of them.

The pen is truly mightier than the sword. Unless you're holding a pen and the other guy's holding a sword.

Any titles, money, or privilege you inherit are actually hindrances. They delude you into believing you are owed respect.

The planet's environmental woes tend to be overlooked as we scramble for the latest high-tech gizmos - and conveniently ignore their energy consumption.

Love is difficult, because loving is not enough: We must, like God, ourselves be Love.

I've been obsessed with this kind of visual storytelling for quite a while, and I try to create material that allows me to explore it.

You never want to be the director who dropped the ball, you know?

Rub-a-dub-dub. Cerebrum in a tub.

I don't want to be a vampire' she told herself. But in her dreams, she kind of did.-Tana Bach-page 29-chapter 4

When you are honest and open with young people, they let you in.

I do know that love, whether you're giving it or receiving it, or both, it is the ultimate healer.