There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.

From this distance, in the dimness, the model looked surreal, made up of parts filled with buildings, bordered by long stretches of empty space. It reminded me of the way cities and towns look when you are flying at night. You can't make out much. But the places where people have come together, and stayed, are collections of tiny lights, breaking up the darkness.

Writing a novel is like childbirth: once you realize how awful it really is, you never want to do it again.

Rogerson," I asked him sweetly as we sat watching a video in the pool house, "where would I find the pelagic zone?" "In the open sea," he said. "Now shut up and eat your Junior Mints.

I couldn't tell her. I couldn't tell anyone. As long as I didn't say it aloud, it wasn't real.

It wasn’t so much that I was positive. I just wasn’t fully subscribing to such a negative way of thinking anymore.

He just stood there, looking at me, as if I had actually changed before his eyes. But this was the girl I'd been all along. I'd just hidden her well.