Laughing doesn't make bad things worse any more than crying makes them better. It doesn't mean you don't care, or that you've forgotten. It just mean….

Maybe it was better, now and then, to wonder..

Every snapshot collector has obsessions. Some only collect photos of cars. Others like World War II, or babies, or old-timey girls in old-timey swims….

Our debt was too great and the words thank you too small..

I own a few thousand snapshots, which is small by the standards of most collectors I know. I generally only buy photos I think I may actually be able….

There was romance in the unknown, but once a place had been discovered and cataloged and mapped, it was diminished, just another dusty fact in a book….

I'd been born in the wrong century, and I felt cheated..

I was here for a reason. There was something I was meant not simply to be, but to do- and it wasn't to run or hide or give up the minute things seeme….

Do you ever find yourself climbing into an open grave during a bombing raid and wish you'd just stayed in bed?.

Fifty-percent of the director's job honestly is casting the movie well..

I have an unusual hobby: I collect pictures of people I don't know. It started when I was a kid growing up in South Florida, the land of junk stores,….

My portal to another world was fiction..

Sometimes it's better not to look back..

I just like that balance of the real and the fantastical because as a reader and consumer of stories and fantasy, I always want to feel like I can fi….

I had been writing since I was pretty small, and I've always been telling these stories about doors and finding other worlds within our own..

If I never went home, what exactly would I be missing? I pictured my cold cavernous house, my friendless town full of bad memories, the utterly unrem….

Stars, too, were time travelers. How many of these ancient points of light were the last echoes of suns now dead? How many had been born but their li….

But these weren't the kind of monsters that had tentacles and rotting skin, the kind a seven-year-old might be able to wrap his mind around-they were….

I liked this idea: that peculiarness wasn't a deficiency, but an abundance; that it wasn't we who lacked something normals had, but they who lacked p….

There was a girl who could fly, a boy who had bees living inside him, a brother and sister who could lift boulders over their heads..

If you are a conscious human being who has opinions about the world, then you will unconsciously put your own perspective into the book..