I love writing about monsters and food.

'Lagoon' is an ambitious novel.

You fit get me inside dere?” he asked, his voice lusty in her ear. “I go try, baby,” she whispered.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend... even if it’s a monster.

We’ll never know exactly why we are, what we are, and so on. All you can do is follow your path all the way to the wilderness, and then you continue along because that’s what must be.

Edgar never used the rhythm to do violence again. But when he got on stage, when he rapped and let the words flow from his tongue like warmed honey, he could feel it. It would be there when he needed it. So far, he hadn’t needed it.

If there was one thing I had learned in all my strange journeys it was that what would be would be and sometimes you wait to see.

Anthony was calm as an underground river. Father Oke was a volcano ready to erupt.

As I have repeated incessantly throughout this book, there is no direction you can turn that does not face you toward certain death.

I swiped otjize from my forehead with my index finger and knelt down. Then I touched the finger to the sand, grounding the sweet smelling red clay into it. “Thank you,” I whispered.