From up above, in a plane passing over, you’d just see one little light in all this dark, with no idea of the lives that were being lived within it, and in the house beside, and beside that one. So much happening in the world, night and day, hour by hour. It was no wonder we were meant to sleep, if only to check out of it for a little while.

We were willing to do so much for the people we loved, even if it meant hurting ourselves. Maybe that, in the end, was what love- all kinds- was really about.

I was just stock in the middle, vague and undefined.

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

I think whenever a writer is really enjoying themselves and liking what they are doing, that shows on the page.

Home wasn't a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together.

I planned my whole future around Adam," she said now, quietly. "And now I have nothing." "No," I told her, "now you just don't have Adam. There's a big difference, Lissa. You just can't see it yet.