Many times I have learned that, you never judge a book by its cover. Like people, it is the inside that counts.

Writing a first draft and reminding myself that I'm simply shoveling sand into a box so that later I can build castles.

Really, becoming a writer sounds more like a mental illness than a professional choice.

Personally, I believe “Young Adult” to be an arbitrary title that means the book "Can be enjoyed by anyone/Has a main character who’s not quite an adult/Isn’t really boring.

Get back in my cot, girl," said Gilsa. "You're sickly." No, I'm not," said Ani. Oh, no? Well, maybe stubbornness is a sickness, did you ever think of that?

It was a pleasure, Enna, Finn, tree rat." "Did she just call you tree rat?

She touched the healthy folds of skin around the baby's neck, wrists, and thighs, the dark lines crying for life made in his forehead, and thought how people start with wrinkles and end with wrinkles, grow into their skin and then live to grow out of it again.