Bitter, bitter, this desolation of angels.

As long as he had life, who deserved it so little, he would use it, wield it, and do whatever he could in its name, even if it was not, was never, enough

Alas. I am not an option.

It's like all my life I've been this tower standing at the edge of the ocean for some obscure purpose, and only now, almost eighteen years in, has someone thought to flip the switch that reveals that I'm not a tower at all. I'm a lighthouse. It's like waking up. I am incandescent.

Once upon a time, a girl lived in a sandcastle, making monsters to send through a hole in the sky.

Dialogue is the place that books are most alive and forge the most direct connection with readers. It is also where we as writers discover our characters and allow them to become real.

He actually listened, rather than pretending to listen while waiting a suitable interval before it was his time to talk again.