My mama used to say, 'Are you sad? Then just wait a minute.

I’ve always believed that as an author, I do 50% of the work of storytelling, and the reader does the other 50%. There’s no way I can control the story you tell yourself from my book. Your own experiences, preferences, prejudices, mood at the moment, current events in your life, needs and wants influence how you read my every word.

The snow was too light to stay, the ground too warm to keep it. And the strange spring snow fell only in that golden moment of dawn, the turning of the page between night and day.

Time is a wind that keeps blowing in my face and mumbling words that don't make sense.

They finished laughing and caught their breaths, and looked at each other, and Ani thought Geric looked at her too long, as though he forgot he was looking, as though he did not wish to do anything else. She looked back. Her took heart took its time quieting down.

My ma says a rock lasts forever, but people don’t, and that’s what makes them more precious.

Her nightmare clung to her like the smell of smoke to cloth.