We knew that Cecilia had killed herself because she was a misfit, because the beyond called to her, and we knew that her sisters, once abandoned, felt her calling from that place, too.

it's amazing what you can get used to.

Just like ice, lives crack, too. Personalities. Identities.

I think there's a real connection between acting and writing novels because the way I write characters has a little bit to do with the method acting that I was taught in high school and college.

Now all the mute objects of my life seem to tell my story, to stretch back in time, if I look closely enough.

The world, a tired performer, offers us another half-assed season.

The more she thought about it, the more Madeleine understood that extreme solitude didn't just describe the way she was feeling about Leonard. It explained how she'd always felt when she was in love. It explained what love was like and, just maybe, what was wrong with it.