Occupation: Novelist Birth: November 4, 1962
You can only call someone crazy if there’s someone else who’s normal. Like good and evil. If everything was good, then nothing would be good..
So often the monsters that crowd our minds are nothing more than the strange and thoroughly alien progeny of our own fearful fantasies..
It's almost dawn. You can feel it coming. The world holds its breath, because there's really no guarantee that the sun will rise. That there was a ye….
How do you rid the Earth of humans? Rid the humans of their humanity..
There's a hero in every heart waiting for the dragon to come out..
If I had faced it then, I wouldn't be facing it now, but sooner or later you have to choose between running and facing the thing you thought you coul….
It's hard to plan for what comes next when what comes next is not something you planned for..
It isn't that the lies are too beautiful to resist. It's that the truth is too hideous to face..
Sometimes in my tent, late at night, I think I can hear the stars scraping against the sky..
Even the most sensitive person can get used to even the most insensitive thing. Cruelty isn’t a personality trait. Cruelty is a habit..
I will teach you to love death. I will empty you of grief and guilt and self-pity and fill you up with hate and cunning and the spirit of vengeance. ….
She looks at me out of the side of her uncovered eye. "Chess, Zombie: defending yourself from the move that hasn't happened yet. Does it matter that ….
Maybe you reach a certain point in evolution where boredom is the greatest threat to your survival. Maybe this isn't a planetary takeover at all, but….
You are the nest. You are the hatchling. You are the chrysalis. You are the progeny. You are the rot that falls from stars. You may not understand wh….
We are the hunters---and we are also the bait..
You're mortal, and only a mortal can afford to be romantic. When we conquered death, we murdered love..
A child has little defense against the sight of a parent laid low. Parents, like the earth beneath our feet and the sun above our heads, are immutabl….
I was a slave to something he believed to be silly and superstitious: the idea that all life was worth defending and that nothing justified surrender….
It's an either/or world now..
Perhaps God waits for us to be empty, so he may fill us with himself..
Great sci-fi has never shied from tackling the Big Questions, though really great sci-fi never forgets to entertain us along the way. Shock and awe a….