Every time I finish a book, I forget everything I learned writing it - the information just disappears out of my head

It was as though I had one map inside my head and it led to the man who was waiting for me. Someone who was alone - maybe even more alone - than I was.

That's the way love sounds, my mother told me. You think it should feel like honey, but instead it cuts like a knife.

She didn't like being twelve. It felt like someplace between who she'd been and who she was about to be. It felt like no place at all.

I was beginning to understand.My grandmother's love was cold because she was afraid of things;that was why everything had to be perfect.

The voice that arises out of the silence is something no one can imagine until it is heard. It roars when it speaks, it lies to you and convinces you, it steals from you and leaves you without a single word of comfort.

How could I have been so stupid to ignore everything I’d had in my life? The color red alone was worth kingdoms.