Memory is a cruel mistress with whom we all must learn to dance.

You make a life out of what you have, not what you're missing.

Always remember, with a strong enough will, even the weak can wield great power.

She felt like a fictional character who'd escaped the book in which her creator had carefully and kindly trapped her, taken a pair of scissors to her outline and leaped, free.

Nell was not one for friends and had never hidden her distaste for most other humans, their neurotic compulsion for the acquisition of allies.

I love the structural part of the writing process.

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