At midnight the wind in the tress can sound like the ocean. The moonlight can make a road appear as endless as the sea.

It's not finding what's lost, it's understanding what you've found.

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.

I just finished Colson Whitehead's "The Underground Railroad," which I think is a work of genius.

When I walk, I walk with you. Where I go, you're with me always.

When I read Jerome D. Salinger's "The Catcher in the Rye" that was the first time I felt my mind blow open. I thought that book was speaking to me. I was 12 or 13 when I read that. I read everything on my mother's bookshelves.

I love fairy tales and feel very affected by them.