Hard work's a good distraction.

I have no formal training as a writer at all, not even a single English class in college.

Once we turn, it’s new pretty, middle pretty, late pretty.” Shay dropped her arms, and her board stopped drifting. “Then dead pretty.

Sometimes you can’t choose what you love.

You can't blame a match for a house made of straw, Alek.

People only worry about the uncanny for about a week; that's the end of their attention span. After that, suspicions turn into shtick.

It didn't matter what you looked like. It was how you carried yourself, how you saw yourself.