I mean, I know you’re a scribe and all, but you were at point blank range, Johnny. A child could have made that shot. A drunk, palsy child, with a broken hand. The bards will sing songs of that shot. You will live in legend, right next to me.” -Lamorak

What…do I want?” Ruka put his hands to his awful face and closed his golden eyes, shuddering with what could have been a laugh, or a sob. “I want a world where love is not a crime, Priestess, a world where children are not doomed to misery because they are different. I want only laws with mercy, and justice, and wisdom...but I will settle for your pink insides in my palm, and your brains on a rock.

My background is in biology. Before getting into the family business, I worked at the Predatory Bird Research Group at the University of California at Santa Cruz, fundraising for them.

I wish that people could understand that people need to laugh. They need to sing. They need to create their own joie de vivre.

To grow a tomato or a pepper and prepare a meal from your labor and care is primordially satisfying.

When people recommend to me a book for personal reasons, that's what makes it fun to read. It's like when people would make mixtapes and say, 'Here are the songs I think you should know.'