A small town is nothing but eyes and gaping maw; it pecks at its own like a flock of vicious birds.

I would always be lonely, but no more alone.

Affection makes fools. Always, without exception, love digs a channel that's sooner or later flooded by the briny water of despair.

More than this, I believe that the only lastingly important form of writing is writing for children. It is writing that is carried in the reader's heart for a lifetime; it is writing that speaks to the future.

Love is like moonlight or thunder, or rain on a tin roof in the middle of the night; it is one of those things in life that is truly worth knowing.

Life is lived on the inside. What's outside doesn't matter.

Nothing was easy, and sometimes she failed, and sometimes she thought that the fairy stories were right, that there must indeed be easier ways of living happily ever after; but defeat is a poor ending to any tale, so she kept trying.