During the night, while Bull and Lucy slept, Edward, with ever-open eyes, stared up at the constellations. He said their names, and then he said the names of the people who loved him. He started with Abilene, and then went on to Nellie and Lawrence and from there to Bull and Lucy, and then he ended again with Abilene: Abilene, Nellie, Lawrence, Bull, Lucy, Abilene. See? Edward told Pellegrina. I am not like the princess. I know about love.

I need to write, and I can't write when I'm on the road.

They were always on the move.But in truth said bull we are all going nowhere

Understand, I had absolutely no interest in writing; I wanted to be a Writer.

I love words; I love the way they sound. Once I've worked on everything else, the last drafts of my books come down to how they sound.

At least Lester had the decency to weep at his act of perfidy. Reader, do you know what 'perfidy' means? I have a feeling you do, based on the scene that unfolded here. But you should look up the word in your dictionary, just to be sure.

Magic is always impossible.... It begins with the impossible and ends with the impossible and is impossible in between. That is why it's magic.