I am not a storyteller . . . not like the others. I only have one tale to tell.

What could be more perfect than marrying the person you love.

Nighttime is different. Things are otherwise when the world is black. Insecurities and hurts, anxieties and fears grow teeth at night. p493

She says there are stories everywhere and that people who wait for the right one to come along before setting pen to paper end up with very empty pages.

Children don’t require of their parents a past and they find something faintly unbelievable, almost embarrassing, in parental claims to a prior existence.

He had the vague sense of standing on a threshold, the crossing of which would change everything.

Doors lead to things and I've never met one I haven't wanted to open.