I used to pretend that I was just passing through this family on my way to my real one.

Hunger, she often tells me, has nothing to do with the belly and everything to do with the mind. What Mary really runs isn't a bakery, but a community.

Sometimes we don't know we're dreaming; we can't even fathom that we're asleep.

My brother believed in all sorts of mythical creatures: pixies, dragons, werewolves, honest men.

She understood what it was like to stand right in front of people you loved, even though they could not see you.

true love is felonious… You take someone’s breath away… You rob them of the ability to utter a single word… You steal a heart.

There is no one truth. There’s only what happened, based on how you perceive it.