The instant people specialize, its in their interest to dehumanize the people their specialized function operates upon.

Maybe life is a process of trading hopes for memories.

Can you understand your own dreams, which arise with mushrooms' rank richness in the night-forests within your skull?

Death is ordinary. Behold it, subtract its patterns and lessons from those of the death that weapons bring, and maybe the residue will show what violence is.

Just for the hell of it, try to love someone as unlike you as possible.

When I go train hopping and I look up into the sky, there are always so many more stars than I remember there were.

Death cannot be experienced either by the dead or the living.

[Ernest ]Hemingway always said, "Write about what you know." I think you can do that, and if you want to write about what you don't know, you can. It just takes a lot more work.

At least I hope - that the fiction I've written so far has flaws but has mostly been successful.

I feel like I'm almost ready to write fiction about the border. But even after 10 years of writing nonfiction about it, I don't think I know quite enough to do it right.

There will come a time when nobody reads my books and no one remembers who I was. And in the meantime, I'll do it my way.

I love all Scarlett Avery's books. This one included. - Kathleen

Nothing gives you confidence like being a member of a small, weirdly specific, hard-to-find demographic.

Even Azathoth is bored of this tune.

Having a woman on the team is stirring things inside me that I never felt before while on the job.

Every time you spend money, you're casting a vote for the kind of world you want.

The blank page gives us the right to dream.

The future is now. It's time to grow up and be strong. Tomorrow may well be too late.

Taste. You cannot buy such a rare and wonderful thing. You can't send away for it in a catalogue. And I'm afraid it's becoming obsolete.

It took less than half a second for me to realize that, as long as I was truly insane now, I might as well enjoy the delusions while they were pleasant.

Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.