When I looked at her, she appeared to be a different person from the one I'd known... She had rewritten everything, our history together, our friendship. Now I was the girl who'd stolen Andres; the girl who'd lied to her about who I was. Therefore, she owned me nothing.

Feel lucky for what you have when you have it. Isn't that the point? Happily ever after doesn't mean happy forever.

What men yearn for they often destroy.

Books may well be the only true magic.

Some stories stayed with you even when you wanted to forget them.

That was the way illness appeared in a house, in the corners, in between floorboards, on the hooks in the closet, along with the sweaters and coats.

I love science fiction but especially his because it's so humane.