I wasn't quite as certain that I knew her soul. When it came right down to it, I wasn't sure she knew me either.

They were written on cheap blue notebooks bought by poor women. I'm interested in folk tales in the way that medicine and magic in women's stories are all kind of combined.

I didn’t want to be prideful anymore. I wanted to be as hard as and brittle as the stones I carted into the woods. Stones that could not feel or cry or see. I wished not to feel anything at all. In no time, what I wished for, I became.

The frightened walk away when love is difficult. I know that now. You have to be willing to give everything away. You have to be willing to end up with nothing. Only then will your heart be whole.

He'd thought he was lost, but now he recognized that eternity was around him, like salt from a shaker or stars in the sky.

When I write for teens, I feel I can cut through everything and get to the bare bones. I can get straight into the emotional world of the character.

My mother, Abra, had taught me that all people are made from the same dust. When our days here are gone, all men and women enter the same garden.