Jez had gone from an evil twin to a sweet, even angelic, girl, all in less than a minute.

Especially with four insanely angry, sword-carrying pirates bearing down on you, followed closely by an alien with a genetic malfunction that posed like Elvis Presley and looked slightly like a cross between a koala and a cuddly dog.

Being right wasn't nearly as important as doing right....

I think every fiction writer, to a certain extent, is a schizophrenic and able to have two or three or five voices in his or her body. We seek, through our profession, to get those voices onto paper.

Always trust computer games.

Be careful what you wear to bed, because you never know where you might wake up.