My sorrow is I used to read all the time and now, as a writer, I don't have the time to read.

Weapons are kept from women, but such a naming suggests that perhaps men fear our talents in war as well as our desire for peace.

Abra DeMadrigal didn't look young enough to be my sister anymore. Her sorrow weighed her down and aged her. She was still beautiful, but she looked very far away. No wonder our people had raven eyes, so distant, so sad. No matter how wise she was, my mother looked like a woman who hadn't truely believed how much evil there was in our world. Not until this moment.

I feel like my eyes are killing me at the end of the day and that I shouldn't use them.

People want to ignore what they can't understand. They're looking for logic at any cost.

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.

No one knows you like a person with whom you've shared a childhood. No one will ever understand you in quite the same way.