I discovered that maybe it was fate all along, that faith was just an illusion that somehow you're in control.

I think we often write because we feel a loneliness, and people read for the same reason, and then they come away feeling a little less lonely.

It was a distorted form of inverse logic: If hopes never come true, then hope for what you don't want.

I have loved works of fiction precisely for their illusions, for the author's sleight-of-hand in showing me the magic, what appeared in the right hand but not in the left.

Now they seemed to be in a contest over who could irritate her more, and she sometimes had to remind herself that teenagers had souls

I felt foolish and tired, as if I had been running to escape someone chasing me, only to look behind to discover there was no one there.

Your life is what you see in front of you. -An-mei