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

Even the jerks earn some of our affection. We can be glad they're gone and yet still mourn the good parts.

Saying my story makes me want to change it, make it sound pretty the way I do with the stories I tell the workers. I'd like it to have a beginning as grand as a ball and an ending in a whisper, like a mother tucking in a child for sleep.

Your head will be fine,” said Miri. “It’s your neck you should worry about.

A heart's a heart, in a child or a man. You are tougher than you feel right now. Your roots are deep, your canopy's spread wide. You're going to show everyone what it means to be a king.

What she had long believed was not true, and now the world was wide open to discover what was. It is like all my life I thought the sky was green.

You can be who you will,” he repeated. His voice softened. “And if you will have me, I will be the one beside you.