Even When Love Isn't Enough...somehow It Is.

Life Was A Wheel, Its Only Job Was To Turn, And It Always Came Back To Where It Started.

Terror?often Arises From A Pervasive Sense Of Disestablishment; That Things Are In The Unmaking.

When You Start, It's Very Cold, An Impossible Task. But Then Maybe The Characters Start To Take On A Little Bit Of Life, Or The Story Takes A Turn That You Don't Expect ... With Me That Happens A Lot Because I Don't Outline, I Just Have A Vague Notion. So It's Always Felt Like Less Of A Made Thing And More Of A Found Thing. That's Exciting. That's A Thrill.

Time Slowed And Reality Bent; On And On The Eggman Went.

Stephenie Meyer Can’t Write Worth A Darn. She’s Not Very Good.