It taught that there are three versions of things: the one I see in my mind, and the one that carries onto the paper, and then what it ultimately becomes.

It was my fifth grade teacher who introduced the idea that writing could be more than a hobby for me.

I lost everyone I loved," I tell him. I wait for him to look at me, and then I add, "The day I met you.

She would do anything, anything to belong to his son after a lifetime of belonging to no one at all.

I've done it all before, I tell myself, and I can do it again. Trust is the strongest weapon.

A feeling can't kill you.

Once upon a time there were two parents, two children, and a brick house with lilies in the yard. The parents died, the lilies wilted. One child disappeared. Then the other." Pg 225