Of course you're real-like any thought or any story. It's real when you're in it.

We both laugh and run and the moment is so thick around me that i feel like dropping into it to let it carry me.

So much good, so much evil. Just add water.

I’m Angelina,” she says. “Are you here to save us?” I can see a tiny spark of hope awaken in her eyes. “You’re right, Angelina - I’m here to save you.” “Can you? Really?” “I’ll try,” I say and the girl smiles.

Make no mistake, the woman had a heart. She had a bigger one that people would think. There was a lot in it, stored up, high in miles of hidden shelving. Remember that she was the woman with the instrument strapped to her body in the long, moon-slit night.

That's typically what writers do; we just sit around complaining most of the time. And the better things are going, the more they complain.

Liesel observed the strangeness of her foster father's eyes. They were made of kindness, and silver.