So much in life came down to timing.

Adults weren’t supposed to understand their children and you were doing something wrong if they did.

If you don't stop apologizing, you're going to convince me you've done something wrong.

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

I'm good with words, but not the spoken kind; I've often thought what a marvelous thing it would be if I could only conduct relationships on paper.

She was the sort of person for whom fear was the natural response to that beyond explanation.

There's a market for mysteries for adults. That feeling of opening a book and delving inside and not coming out until you've closed the book.