The years went by, and Mary Alice and I grew up, Slower than we wanted to, faster than we realized.

If you're going to read minds, start with a simple one.

I'm so far gone that I'm telling the truth. It sounds like a foreign language.

We write by the light of every story we have ever read.

We don't write what we know. We write what we wonder about.

[A young adult novel] ends not with happily ever after, but at a new beginning, with the sense of a lot of life yet to be lived.

I caught a glimpse of happiness, and saw it was a bird on a branch, fixing to take wing.