A moment was not a single moment at all, but rather an infinite number of different moments, depending on who was seeing things and how.

His love for her was so deeply woven with resentment that he could not untangle the two.

A moment might be a thousand different things.

He'd kept this silence because his own secrets were darker, more hidden, and because he believed that his secrets had created hers.

The challenges in this place are real and sometimes very difficult, but I've learned to slow down and look for beauty in my days, for the mysteries and blessings woven into everything, into the very words we speak.

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

Twin threads ran through her: fear and excitement.