I think that whenever a book is not a challenge, I'm telling the wrong story.

In the end, you have to write like you're not afraid of the critics.

One thousand brilliant stars punched holes in my consciousness, pricking me with longing. I could stare at the stars for hours, their infinite number and depth pulling me into a part of myself that I ignored during the day.

Mum liked to say that some things happen for a reason, that sometimes obstacles were there to stop you from doing something stupid.

There was something awful about terror trapped behind silence. About latent emotions that couldn't be acted out." "Cole's thoughts on page 248 of Linger.

If I were a tree, I would have no reason to love a human.

It's a hard thing to hold a civil conversation after recalling that one party has used a Taser on the other, so both of them finished the walk in silence.