Just because something is unspoken doesn't mean that it disappears.

He believed in dreams, in endings that people told you could never happen, in disappointments reversed and luck that lasted.

Still, I couldn't help but wonder if it was a mistake for people like us to be tied to a place. If we weren't meant to be ready and willing to wander. If everything we needed was contained in who we were. And what we remember.

...he had a way of taking your hand which made it clear he'd have to be the one to let go." From Alice Hoffman's "Local Girls", pg.102.

All the characters in my books are imagined, but all have a bit of who I am in them - much like the characters in your dreams are all formed by who you are

I never even believed in happiness. I didn't think it existed. Now look at me. I'm ready to believe in just about anything.

In a world of sorrow, love was an act of will. All you needed were the right ingredients.