Let me fly, let me see things that are hidden from other eyes.

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.

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.

Words on the page are never prisoners of the page

I suppose that's what happens when you make other people's lives miserable: life gets miserable back at you.

It is scary, sometimes, Tomas admitted. But the scary bits are what make you brave.

Strange how love coexists with hate, how they render eachother mute, how the swilling of them together makes a new and softer, sympathetic thing.