I had just come to accept that my life would be ordinary when extraordinary things began to happen.

I liked this idea: that peculiarness wasn't a deficiency, but an abundance; that it wasn't we who lacked something normals had, but they who lacked peculiarness. That we were more, not less.

I had been writing since I was pretty small, and I've always been telling these stories about doors and finding other worlds within our own.

I had just come to accept that my life would be ordinary when extraordinary things began to happen.

There was a girl who could fly, a boy who had bees living inside him, a brother and sister who could lift boulders over their heads.

When someone won't let you in, eventually you stop knocking.

I'm no expert on girls, but when one tries to pinch you four times, I'm pretty sure that's flirting