...a really good friend, the kind of friend who - when they were together both of them were more able to be who they really were.

Even the bad books I write are satisfying. I'm my least critical reader.

When a daring idea first crosses one's mind, if it is to be realized in the future it is often appealing. Then, as the time for its execution comes nearer, one begins to dread that which had once been anticipated.

...When this map was made, there was only empty forest in the south," Gran told Birle."Not empty," Granda corrected her. "The forest is never empty.

You must not let yourself become too respectable. Keep yourself a little wild. What is life for, if not for the living of it?

She couldn’t get any farther away inside from her skin. She couldn’t get away.

All I wanted to do was read, to be told stories. Stories were full of excitement and emotions and characters that entertained and often inspired.