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 people believe that regret is something you will never feel if you simply do as you please, but sometimes it is a matter of degree.

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.

The original fairy tale was about the youngest sister going into a room in the castle and finding all the bodies of the wives that came before her - she is confronted with truth, thinking about how often we think we know people and we really don't.

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

She was disappearing a little more each day, so thin, so frail, a wisp of smoke. One day she would surely vanish altogether, and there was no way to stop her.

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