Sally...can no longer think of love as a reality, or even as a possibility, however remote.

I don't really read as much as I used to. A lot of what I was looking for as an escape I find in writing. And the other thing is that I don't want to get into someone else's language when I'm working

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

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.

You can try to take sorrow and make it into something enduring, meaningful and beautiful. I always feel guilty that this is my job, that I get to do this

They weren't true stories; they were better than that.

Any weapon touched by a woman, even by accident, must be cleansed with both water and prayer so that her essence would not linger, diverting the warrior who might use it next, for even the faintest touch could bring lust to that man's heart. Perhaps that meant a woman who was well trained in arms would be the superior warrior, her attention never wavering from her task.