Honey, have you seen your sister?” She’s on Jupiter, Mom.

What teens will realize is always a mystery to me. I'm still realizing so many things myself, very belatedly, that it seems unwise to think I have any right to be showing people things in hopes that they'll realize them.

How am I supposed to save the universe with all this noise?!

So rage, proud Power: fail again! And see my blood teach Death to die!

And we will cause it to be well-made, this Sacrifice. You, young and never loving; I, old and never loved. Such a Song the Sea will never have seen.

My first generation of young readers now have not only children, but some of them have grandchildren to whom they're introducing their old passion.

Sometimes we do not hear the Whisperer even at her loudest because she speaks in our own voice, the one we most often discount.