The dilemma, of course, is that such people save their most important words for after, when the surrounding humans are unlucky enough to find them.

We expressed love for this dog by ... knowing without showing that we cared for him.

The song was born on her breathe and died at her lips.

She could smell the pages. She could almost taste the words as they stacked up around her.

...one opportunity leads directly to another, just as risk leads to more risk, life to more life, and death to more death.

There are two magic acts I want to pull off when I write. One is creating a feeling that when you're inside a book, you believe everything you're reading even when you know it's not true. And the second is an extension of that, which is you know it's not true, you know it's not real, but you believe it anyway. And it's that believing of the story that isn't real that attracted me to writing and storytelling in general.

It's hard to not like a man who not only notices the colors, but speaks them