I think readers are just looking for things that maybe they recognize or can relate to in the books.

I don't believe in failure, because simply by saying you've failed, you've admitted you attempted. And anyone who attempts is not a failure. Those who truly fail in my eyes are the ones who never try at all. The ones who sit on the couch and whine and moan and wait for the world to change for them.

But I'd long ago learned not to be picky in farewells. They weren't guaranteed or promised. You were lucky, more than blessed, if you got a good-bye at all.

Some things you don't have to tell. Some things, between sisters, are understood.

She was just a shell of her former self, functioning and talking but hardly alive.

When someone starts to change, and it’s obvious, it's sort of natural to wonder why. Right?

Everyone had a forever.