The best way to prevent a heartache was to cushion the coming blow.

Scars are just a treasure map for pain you've buried too deep to remember.

In Poland, for a while, my books all had cartoons on the cover. I trust my publishers in each country to know what works in their individual markets.

Something still exists as long as there's someone around to remember it.

But mostly I wondered why the head could move so swiftly while the heart dragged its feet. I still loved him. It felt like anything else permanent that has gone missing; a lost tooth, a severed leg. You might know better, but that doesn’t keep your tongue from poling at the hole in your gum, or your phantom limb from aching.

You can't be real," Delilah murmurs. "Says who?" I ask. "Did you really think that a story exists only when you're reading it?

When you care more if someone else lives than you do about yourself- is that what [love is]?