After all this time, I know exactly where I belong.

This was what happiness felt like - this wondrous, miraculous alternative to dread.

Fate isn't some middle-aged man with a squint who won't recognize you if you change your clothes.

The imagination can be dangerous. It can change the world. And that is why we write.

While working in advertising, I channelled my creative energy into elaborate escape fantasies: cake making, dog breeding, the Peace Corps.

I give thanks for all that has passed, for all that is passing, and for all that is yet to come.

I frightened myself. I became the ghost Piper was so scared of.