Charlie is one of the big good guys in my universe.

What was she to say? "The prodigal has returned? The mutineer wishes to be reinstated? The subordinate, having gone to a great deal of trouble to prove her commander wrong, has come back and promises to be a good little subordinate hereafter, or at least until next time?

As I have said, you have no reason to trust me, and an excellent reason not to.

Mice are terribly chatty. They will chat about anything, and if there is nothing to chat about, they will chat about having nothing to chat about. Compared to mice, robins are reserved.

With the knowledge of her aloneness came a rush of self-declaration: “I will not be nothing.”

I don't differentiate in the way that the genre creators want differentiation to be made. I feel that I have never written children's or YA stories particularly.

I found that the only way I could control this sorrow was not to think of [it] at all, which was almost as painful as the loss itself.