They moved together, blue diamonds on a green field.

Indeed, she often wondered if she were dead, or dying from the inside out, and that was the root of her calm, the reason she could surrender her character.

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

I learned to fly on a broom," he said, rolling up his sleeves. "I can learn to milk a goat, I bet." Though flying on a broom proved to be the easier task, he found.

It isn't whether you do it well or ill, it's that you do it all.

So she listened hard. And she began to evolve, because stories work their magic that way. They build conviction and erode conviction in equal measure.

Always the bridesmaid , never the bride." Always the godfather, never the god".