I feel like my eyes are killing me at the end of the day and that I shouldn't use them.

Cleaning up after themselves was a low priority for Margo and my mother. They had both recovered from cancer scares, failed marriages, and lost hope; in their opinion, dirt could wait.

Love ambushed you, it lay in wait, dormant for days or years. It was the red thread, the peach stone, the kiss, the forgiveness. It came after you, it escaped you, it was invisible, it was everything.

That is how you know you've left childhood behind-when you wish for time to go backward.

Most people know that Ray Bradbury is one of my favorite authors.

I'm much faster now. When you only have a certain amount of time to write, after a while you learn to use your time well or you stop writing

He started to look at me in a manner I recognized: it was the way I looked at a new book, one I had never read before, one that surprised me with all it had to say.