My mother's blood that would last forever after. The blood of my brother, my grandfather, my father.

Cleaning up after themselves was a low priority for Margo and my mother. They had both recovered from cancer scares, failed marriages, and lost hope; in their opinion, dirt could wait.

It was a great escape for me and it was a way to take a break from what was going on in my own world, to go into another world.

The sisters were glad to be together. They had the easy sort of relationship where they didn't have to speak to be understood.

I read everything of Ray Bradbury when I was 12 or 13, and I think that's the most effective time to read Bradbury. He built such a moral world, where you have to make decisions and grow up.

You can try to take sorrow and make it into something enduring, meaningful and beautiful. I always feel guilty that this is my job, that I get to do this

Love is worth the sum of itself, and nothing more.