Books may well be the only true magic.

After a while, the characters I'm writing begin to feel real to me. That's when I know I'm heading in the right direction

Anyway, the sort of love that will not wait is probably best to pass by

But what we are given is taken as well, so that we know God's glory comes to us from His will alone.

I thought of the bowl of water my mother taught me to look into. It was true, everything a person ever needed to know was right there in a single bowl small enough to fit in the palm of one hand.

Once you know some things, you can't unknow them. It's a burden that can never be given away.

There was the blue sky above her and all those many roses, the ones that gave off the scent of cloves in the rain and the ones that left a trace of lemon on your fingers, the ones that were the color of blood, and those that were as white as clouds. Each one was sweeter than the next and as red as gemstones.