“Its surface sheened with saft that evaporated out from its crystal shielding in threads that degraded to nothing.”

“Being a child is like nothing. It's only being. Later, when we think about it, we make it into youth.”

“It felt like being a child again, though it was not. Being a child is like nothing. It's only being. Later, when we think about it, we make it into youth.”

“It had acquired a name, Spatters, that reflected the desultory randomness of its outlines: the whole stinking shanty-town seemed to have dribbled like shit from the sky.”

“The problem with most genre fantasy is that it's not nearly fantastic enough. It's escapist, but it can't escape.”

“The Weaver is a really godlike power. It's not even a blind idiot god, a sort of Lovecraft thing, it's just a purely capricious god. It's an intelligence you can't understand, so you can't trust it."-Amazon.com interview”

“A sense of wrongness, of fraught unease, as if long nails scraped the surface of the moon, raising the hackles of the soul.”