It seemed like this day could go in so many directions, like a spiderweb shooting out toward endless possibilities.

Like a word on a page that you’ve printed and read a million times, that suddenly looks strange or wrong, foreign. And you feel scared for a second, like you’ve lost something, even if you’re not sure what it is.

Honesty in principle was one thing. In someone’s face, it was another.

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

It's still a memory worth having, even if it's not exactly what you imagined.

It's not always easy being her daughter.' I think,' she said, 'sometimes it's hard no matter whose daughter you are.

I don't lie." "You don't lie," I repeated. "That's what I said." "Ever." "Nope." Sure you don't, I thought.