And a puzzle is for the piecing together, especially for the young, who still believe it can be done.

And there the wicked witch stayed for a long long time.' Did she ever come out?' Not yet.

Maybe the definition of home is the place where you are never forgiven. So you may always belong there, bound by guilt. And maybe the cost of belonging is worth it.

When I write a book, I write very cleanly from page one to the last page. I hardly ever write out of sequence.

The storm dropped a house on her head.

To read, even in the half-dark, is also to call the lost forward.

So he stalked her again. Love makes hunters of us all.