I don't think the world is the way we like to think it is. I don't think it's one solid world, but many, thousands upon thousands of them--as many as there are people--because each person perceives the world in his or her own way; each lives in his or her own world. Sometimes they connect, for a moment, or more rarely, for a lifetime, but mostly we are alone, each living in our own world, suffering our small deaths.

The thing to remember when you're writing is, it's not whether or not what you put on paper is true. It's whether it wakes a truth in your reader.

What I want to do is travel deep and deeper into the dreamlands, to find that place that I know is waiting for me here. My home.

Don't start brooding about that, too," she says. "Everybody's got a piece of stranger inside them. It's what lets us surprise ourselves and keeps things interesting." -Lupita

When all's said and done, all roads lead to the same end. So it's not so much which road you take, as how you take it.

The magic in this world seems to work in whispers and small kindnesses.

If you're not ready to die, then how can you live?