There's nothing more aggravating in the world than the midnight sniffling of the person you've decided to hate.

I think the only way to get through this life is laughing hard and constantly, mostly at myself.

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

There's nothing more aggravating in the world than the midnight sniffling of the person you've decided to hate.

... If we don't tell strange stories, when something strange happens we won't believe it.

She answered by standing and kissing him first and held his cheeks and closed her eyes and felt sure as bones and deep as blood that she had found her place.

Being a writer is a good, good thing.