There were those emotions down there, and though she couldn't quite feel them, they were strong and she feared them. It was like watching a thunderhead from high up in a plane, and though you weren't under it, you knew how it would feel if you were. You knew you'd have to land eventually.

How many times could you give up on someone you loved?

Please believe him. Keep your heart open to him. He can make you happy. He has always loved you, and you once loved him with all your heart.

She wondered if maybe tragedy was what it took to make your heart capable of admitting a new member.

Developing characters is a strange thing. In the beginning they are abstract and I wonder how to move on from there.

She hadn't chosen the brave life. She'd chosen the small, fearful one.

Age is not so much a feature of your character, as the spot where you stand for a pretty fleeting time on the arc of your life.