I watch the ashes swim around like dandelion puffs, making swirls where bodies and walls once stood.

He looks at me, and I don't know what he sees. I used to think it was Rose. But she's not here with us now, in this room. It's just him and me, and the books. I feel like our lives are in those books. I feel like all the words on the pages are for us.

Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.

Momentum,' She repeats. 'You can't just stand there if you want something to fly. You have to run.

I think she's brave. I think that nobody has ever believed what she could be capable of. All her life, nobody was listening.

When I am writing anything in general, I just want to tell the story that exists in my head; I don't try to write a parable or make a point.

I can almost see what Gabriel meant when he asked, 'What has the free world got that you can’t get here?' Almost. Freedom, Gabriel. That’s what you can’t get here.