I wish I wasn't so in love, wasn't so interested, in the Internet. I wish I spent less time online and more time outside and in my head. Writing requires solitude and deep, deep daydreaming, and the Internet just kills that - its lure is toward the external; it asks you to flit from place to place.

Oh how I wish I could be as obsessive as Carrie from 'Homeland' when I'm writing a book! That would save me a lot of trouble during the revision process.

My signature is like a squished spider.

Amazon has historically been a bully, and I don't shop there. But I love Goodreads. For the record.

I have a darker imagination than most people.

If you don't ponder the end of the world on a regular basis, I don't think you're really human.