My theory is that everyone at one time or another has been at the fringe of society in some way: an outcast in high school, a stranger in a foreign country, the best at something, the worst at something, the one who's different. Being an outsider is the one thing we all have in common.

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

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.

I'm a really eclectic reader.

Do what you want, do what you will, do what you have to, do what you think you cannot.

He'd thought he was lost, but now he recognized that eternity was around him, like salt from a shaker or stars in the sky.

Being human means losing everything we love best in the world," she murmured as she released me. "But would you ask to be anything else?