I almost never slept deeply anymore--as soon as she said my name, I always sat up immediately, no matter how tired I was.

you could see the roads crisscrossing over the fields. When cars went by, far away, the beams were so bright they seemed to be ropes of light pulling the cars behind.

My sister had taught me to look at the world that way, as a place that glitters, as a place where the calls of the crickets and the crows and the wind are everyday occurrences that also happen to be magic.

I almost never slept deeply anymore--as soon as she said my name, I always sat up immediately, no matter how tired I was.

I love writing about people on the road.

I know a lot about when I was a little girl, because my sister used to keep a diary. Today I keep her diary in a drawer next to by bed. I like to see how her memories were the same as mine, but also different.

Watch out for life ... It's harder than it looks.