Nothing is really broke, so it's not like I can fix it. I just have to keep trying to find what I'm looking for.

Sometimes you weren't supposed to share pain. Sometimes it was best just to deal with it alone.

It had always fascinated him that she'd consumed so many words, that her head was full of stories, told a thousand different ways.

There was a mood of magic and frenzy to the room. Crystalline swirls of sugar and flour still lingered in the air like kite tails. And then there was the smell-the smell of hope, the kind of smell that brought people home.

How we see the world changes all the time. It all depends on our mood.

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.

I spent so much time telling myself that this wasn't home that I started to believe it," she said carefully. "Belonging has always been tough for me." I can be your home," he said quietly. "Belong to me.