Some things you cannot wish away or think away. They become part of you when you remember them.

He has the ability to catch someone by the way that he looks at her, and make her wish he would go on looking.

She was disappearing a little more each day, so thin, so frail, a wisp of smoke. One day she would surely vanish altogether, and there was no way to stop her.

Here's the thing about luck...you don't know if it's good or bad until you have some perspective.

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.

Most people know that Ray Bradbury is one of my favorite authors.

I knew what it was to yearn for a life so distant it seemed that it had never been anything more than a dream.