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

Women know things that men will never know. We keep the best secrets. We tell the best stories.

The only people out at this hour were ones who couldn't sleep,those haunted by one thing or another:love thwarted, love lost, love thrown away. They were the sort of people who didn't want to be noticed, who wanted to slip through shadows, be alone with their despair.

I read everything of Ray Bradbury when I was 12 or 13, and I think that's the most effective time to read Bradbury. He built such a moral world, where you have to make decisions and grow up.

Most people know that Ray Bradbury is one of my favorite authors.

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 wept to think that life went on even when so much had been lost, that rain still fell and myrtle grew between the rocks.