My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel.

The sisters were glad to be together. They had the easy sort of relationship where they didn't have to speak to be understood.

Young Sally Owens: He will hear my call a mile away. He will whistle my favorite song. He can ride a pony backwards. Young Gillian Owens: What are you doing? Young Sally Owens: Summoning up a true love spell called Amas Veritas. He can flip pancakes in the air. He'll be marvelously kind. And his favorite shape will be a star. And he'll have one green eye and one blue. Young Gillian Owens: Thought you never wanted to fall in love. Young Sally Owens: That's the point. The guy I dreamed of doesn't exist. And if he doesn't exist I'll never die of a broken heart.

I never plot out my novels in terms of the tone of the book. Hopefully, once a story is begun it reveals itself

After a while, the characters I'm writing begin to feel real to me. That's when I know I'm heading in the right direction

Some fates are guaranteed, no matter who tries to intervene.

How could I have been so stupid to ignore everything I’d had in my life? The color red alone was worth kingdoms.