“You’re a raptor who sees all his people as defenseless little flit-wrens—and you’ll save them, if only they give up the fanciful notion that they can lead themselves, that they can protect themselves.” “You understand nothing.” “Meanwhile,” Sinjir says, really leaning into it now, “your opponent is a woman who wants to give democracy to the entirety of the galaxy. Freedom for all. Oppression for none.” “It’s naïve.” “It may be. But at this point, I’m going to side with her precious naïveté over your authoritarian bluster.”

“Vampires are slicker than goose shit on a glass window. Suave. Sultry. I'm neither of those things”

“Vampires are slicker than goose shit on a glass window.”

“The writer is editor, marketer, blogger, reader, thinker, designer, publisher, public speaker, budget-maker, contract reader, trouble-shooter, coffee-hound, liver-pickler, shame-farmer, god, devil, gibbering protozoa.”

“Your best authorial self is always one about to ruin the story.”

“On the worst day of writing, the work is instructive. On the best day, the act is transcendent.”

“Failure is an instruction manual written in scar tissue.”

“That’s why we gotta do good things now. Make good decisions. Try to move the rudder long before the boat ever gets near the iceberg, right?”

“She gets on her tippy-toes and kisses him. Long, slow, deep. The kind of kiss where you can feel little pieces of your soul trading places as mouths open and breath mingles.”

“All under the pretense of military application.”He pouts. “No pretense about it. Remember, the Internet was a military application. And now look at how it’s changed our culture.”

“We think the future is robots and hovercars and maybe it’s really here.”