Hope is good. Without it, well, you do the math. But hope has to be like a prayer. Putting it out there to something more powerful than yourself.

Motherhood was an ever widening circle of good-byes.

People who stay in the same town with the same friends for their entire lives never get a chance to find out who they can really be, because they will always be considered as who they were.

The truth has not so much set us free as it has ripped away a carefully constructed facade, leaving us naked to begin again.

The past is history. The future is a mystery. The present is a gift.

I definitely feel that plot flows from character. I dont believe that you can construct a plot and insert people into it.

There have been plenty of chances to close my eyes and go back to the sleep of my life as it was, but I hadn't taken any of them. Do I wish now that I had? It's hard to answer that question, as the wraiths move closer.