Some of the best people i know are fools', Evanelle said. 'The strongest people I know.

Her life was monotonous, but it kept her out of trouble. . . . This, her father would say, was called being an adult.

I've never seen you hide from anyone before. He must do something crazy to you.

Not every man was sorry when he hurt a woman.

Memories, even hard memories, grew soft like peaches as they grow older.

Her friendship . . . still existed, as if it was a living, breathing thing, something that came to life the moment it happened and didn't just go away because they no longer acknowledged it.

My writing process is very organic. I start with an idea. I have the general story arc and the cast. But then I sit down to write, and things change.