Like magic, she felt him getting nearer, felt it like a pull in the pit of her stomach. It felt like hunger but deeper, heavier. Like the best kind of expectation. Ice cream expectation. Chocolate expectation.

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

It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon.

Why were girls in such a hurry to grow up? Agatha would never understand. Childhood was magical. Leaving it behind was a magnificent loss.

After you finish a book, the story still goes on in your mind. You can never change the beginning. But you can always change the end.

Children always know when their mothers are crazy - they just never admit it, not out loud, to anyone.

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