Shooting stars are not stars at all. They re just rocks that enter the atmosphere and catch fire under friction. What we wish on when we see one is only a trail of debris.

May be you had to come close to losing something before you could remember its value.

When you look into your baby’s eyes,” Lacy said softly, “you see everything you hope they can be…not everything you wish they won’t become.

I am always consulted about covers, and give feedback, but I am also aware that what causes a customer to pick a book up off a shelf in the UK is very different from what causes a customer to pick a book up in the US.

What you didn't tell someone was just as debilitating as what you did.

What is right, in the end, is not always what it seems to be, and some rules are better broken.

I wondered why the head could move so swiftly while the heart dragged its feet.