Please," she whispered as she opened the book, "please get me out of here just for an hour or so, please take me far, far away

Why did death make life taste so much sweeter? Why could the heart love only what it could also lose?

a book always keeps something of its owner between its pages.

We're all liars when it serves our purpose.

If you keep pretending you're in that book, it will make you not want to live in the life you're in.

I just did a picture book called The Wildest Brother on Earth, and you will find both of my children in there.

Sometimes, when you’re sad you don’t know what to do, it helps to be angry. But then the tears come back again all the same, and you fall asleep with the salty taste of them on your lips.