What men yearn for they often destroy.

Among men and women, those in love do not always announce themselves with declarations and vows. But they are the ones who weep when you're gone. Who miss you every single night, especially when the sky is so deep and beautiful, and the ground so very cold.

She didn't like being twelve. It felt like someplace between who she'd been and who she was about to be. It felt like no place at all.

Those you love will not drown or burn. They will fly away.' ...'Now we both have people we love who are like birds. They have flown far from anything in this world that can hurt them. They're flying away still.

It was a great escape for me and it was a way to take a break from what was going on in my own world, to go into another world.

I read Betty Smith's "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn," all of Shirley Jackson's books, which I loved.

Remember what I've told you. Remember me.