Many people have a novel inside them, but most don't bother to get it out.

When you can not find someone, it is because you've been misdirected to look elsewhere

Jacob's room is the place entropy goes to die.

and another claimed it was inherited through a parent who was a carrier of the defective gene. I had always assumed the latter was the case with Claire. After all, surely a child who grew out of grief would be born with a heavy heart.

I keep quite busy, walk 5 miles a day, and have an excellent hairdresser who keeps the gray out of my red hair.

Crazy girls did this, girls who walked like zombies through YA novels. But. Trixie felt the sting of the skin as it split, the sweet welling rise of blood. It hurt, though not as much as everything else idd.

newborns reminded her of tiny buddhas