The point of flight. To get rid of oneself. That was reason enough to fly.

She likes the people with the endurance to tolerate the drudge, the ones who know that pain is a requirement, not a curse.

A lot of people think that writers are much cleverer than they actually are. No, they're not. But they're emotionally clever, and they go into a character, and they feel something that they weren't entirely aware of beforehand.

The thing about love is that we come alive in bodies not our own.

She was tired of everyone wanting to go to heaven, nobody wanting to die. The only thing worth grieving over, she said, was that sometimes there was more beauty in this life than the world could bear.

Literature can remind us that not all life is already written down: there are still so many stories to be told.

With all respects to heaven, I like it here.