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.

Your tribe is out there, you just have to find them.

Do you ever find yourself climbing into an open grave during a bombing raid and wish you'd just stayed in bed?

Our debt was too great and the words thank you too small.

I just like that balance of the real and the fantastical because as a reader and consumer of stories and fantasy, I always want to feel like I can find that world.

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.

Laughing doesn't make bad things worse any more than crying makes them better. It doesn't mean you don't care, or that you've forgotten. It just means you're human.