Sometimes the space between knowing what to do and actually doing it is a very short walk. Other times it is an impossible expanse.

I had a sense then of how if we truly understood how many of the unimportant things we do will end up outliving us, we'd never be able to go on.

I can honestly say Ive never thought for a second about whether a character reflects poorly on any group. All that matters to me is that the character is true to my belief in who he or she is.

Magic naturally fades over distance. But proximity - well, when it works, proximity amplifies magic.

She is carrying herself through the day, and it’s not an easy task.

It's one of the secrets of strength: We're so much more likely to find it in the service of others than in service to ourselves.

I never have people tell me their stories. I usually have to figure them out myself. Because I know that if people tell me stories, they will expect them to be remembered. And I cannot guarantee that. There is no way to know if the stories stay after I'm gone. And how devastating would it be to confide in someone and have the confidence disappear? I don't want to be responsible for that.