People ask all the time how I'm doing, but the truth is, they don't really want to know.

If it is possible to die of grief then why on earth can't someone be healed by happiness?

There are so many things I can't believe. That people deserve what they get, both bad and good. That one day I'll live in a world where people are judged by what they do instead of who they are. That happy endings don't have contingencies and conditions.

Do you know how, when you are on the verge of a breakdown, the world pounds in your ears; a rush of blood, of consequence? Do you now how it feels when the truth cuts your tongue to ribbons, and still you have to speak it?

Polar north can't get away from a magnet; the magnet finds it, no matter what.

The act of reading is a partnership. The author builds a house, but the reader makes it a home.

There was no black or white. Someone who had been good her entire life could, in fact, do something evil. People were just as capable of committing murder, under the right circumstances, as any monster.