You can't spend the rest of your life tiptoeing around to try and avert disaster. It won't work. You'll just end up missing the life you have.

The Lake of Dreams grew gradually, over many years, elements and ideas accruing until they gained enough critical mass to become a novel.

That there were other worlds, invisible, unknown, beyond imagination even, was a revelation to him.

Twin threads ran through her: fear and excitement.

Your understanding of a place changes the longer you stay; you discover more, and your own life gets woven into the fabric of the community.

I love to swim, and I love being near water.

In some deep place in her heart, Caroline had kept alive the silly romantic notion that somehow David Henry had once known her as no one else ever could. But it was not true. He had never even glimpsed her.