Never look at other people's bad fortune,' my mother said. 'If you do, it will come back to find you instead of its rightful owner.

I must keep my head and not give in to desire, for desire is what causes women to drown.

...but now the worst crime was pretending to be something you were not.

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

I know who you are in your heart,' Andres said. 'That's all that matters.' And that was it. That was the moment. Now I knew how I would feel if I ever lost him. That was how you knew love. My mother had told me that. All you had to do was imagine your life without the other person, and if the thought alone made you shiver, then you knew.

Fairytales were maps formed of blood and hair and bones; they were the knots of the sub-conscious unwound. Every word in every tale was real and as true as apples and stones. They all led to the story inside the story.

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