There are certain things in life that you never forget. Things that dig deep, things that nest in the hadal zone.

There was no normal. There never had been. "Normal" and "natural" were the biggest lies we'd ever created.

Knowledge is dangerous. Once you know something, you can't get rid of it. You have to carry it. Always.

his thumbs ran over my cheeks. Our foreheads touched. My dreamscape scorched. He set fire to the poppies

Words are everything. Words give wings even to those who have been stamped upon, broken beyond all hope of repair.

I would never see him again. But as I watched the tunnel race before my eyes, I was certain of one thing: I did trust him. Now I had only to trust in myself.

I looked at him and he looked at me. A moment. A choice. My choice. His choice.

Nothing’s worse than a story without an end.

I was not a rebellious teenager. I was a sit-in-your-room teenager.

I always felt that sci-fi and fantasy were my thing. Bit of a geek, Im afraid. But I like creating worlds, and I felt it was a genre that gave me more freedom. It just seemed like I belonged there.

I was born in 1991, and Harry Potter came out in 97, so, you know, I was really obsessed. I used to read them in one night.

Do young people have the moral stamina to carry through in case of economic depression? . . . The real tests of the [younger] generations have not yet come, but they are on their way!

The unfortunate thing is that, sometimes, we slip, but, fortunately, consciously or unconsciously, we learn from our slips all the time, except some people!

Let's Shout It Out and Speak As One. Mind Rock On, The Gemini One.

Both guys ran out of gas, only my guy had an extra tank.

Crocodiles have a smile I've seen on the face of every lawyer I've ever met.

Matter and energy seem granular in structure, and so does “life”, but not so mind.

Besides, if you're going to die horribly, you might as well do it with style.

'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print. A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.

When I'm dead I wanna leave a body of work, like authors or great painters do.

If you criticize a fine genius, the odds are that you are out of your reckoning, and, instead of the poet, are censuring your owncaricature of him.