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.

She liked to disappear, even when she was in the same room as other people. It was a talent, as it was a curse.

What else is there to write about than love and loss?

Sometimes the right thing feels all wrong until it is over and done with.

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

Being human means losing everything we love best in the world," she murmured as she released me. "But would you ask to be anything else?

I always felt and still feel that fairy tales have an emotional truth that is so deep that there are few things that really rival them