I am in full possession of the amazing power of being sarcastic.
Real life is sometimes boring, rarely conclusive and boy, does the dialogue need work.
I don't trust men everybody likes. Being nice isn't the same as being good.
Magnus remembered a town in Peru whose Quechua name meant βquiet place.β He recalled even more vividly being obscenely drunk and unhappy over his heartbreak of that time, and the maudlin thoughts that had recurred to him over the years, like an unwanted guest slipping in through his doors: that there was no peace for such as he, no quiet place, and there never would be. Except he found himself remembering lying in bed with Alecβall of their clothes on, lounging on the bed on a lazy afternoon, Alec laughing, head thrown back, the marks Magnus had left on his throat very plain to see.
My life was going to flash before my eyes, but it decided to hide behind my eyes and quake with terror instead.
Fear's useless. Either something bad happens or it doesn't: If it doesn't, you've wasted time being afraid, and if it does, you've wasted time that you could have spent sharpening your weapons.
I realise people exist who don't read. But it's like I knew there were people who didn't breathe or eat: I can't imagine a life like that.
When people talk about being a writer, the first words that come to mind are glamour and artistic parties like Charles Dickens used to mix cocktails for.
I'm excited to see Cassie's fans and how they react to the ending of 'Clockwork Princess!' I love hanging out with readers and seeing the energy readers bring to a room: seeing so many people united in imagination is going to be wonderful.
We love a lot of vampire fiction - both fiction in which the vampires are enemies to be battled or stone cold foxes to be dated.
When my book was first sent out to publishers, my agent told me to buy a lot of ice-cream and wait. So I bought a gigantic amount of ice-cream, and huddled by the freezer eating it and shaking, hoping someone would like it.
I tend to get over-excited and very, very loud. I rein myself in when people flinch and dogs start howling.
Taking notes at a pub in Salisbury, I was mistaken for a health inspector!
I call people 'petal' all the time. My postman is very confused by this.
I think more people are going to continue reading YA as well as reading other books because they have learned that they can find books there which they will truly love: a teenage protagonist is close enough to adult so readers of whichever age can sympathise and empathise with them.
