Do you ever just put your arms out and just spin and spin and spin? Well, that’s what love is like; everything inside of you tells you to stop before you fall, but for some reason you just keep going.
It’s not finding what’s lost, it’s understanding what you’ve found.
Do what you want, do what you will, do what you have to, do what you think you cannot.
The weak are cruel. The strong have no need to be.
If we had paid attention, we would have understood there are some things in this world you cannot outrun.
You have to choose the voice you are going to trust. You can’t listen to everyone.
Once you know some things, you can’t unknow them. It’s a burden that can never be given away.
Some things, however, are true no matter how hard you might try to block them out,
and a lie is always a lie, no matter how prettily told. Some doors, once they’re opened,
can never be closed again, just as some trust, once it’s been lost, can never be won back.
Books may well be the only true magic.
Every problem has a solution, although it may not be the outcome that was originally hoped for or expected.
Some people say, ‘Save yourself and you save your ways.’ I say, ‘Be yourself and you save your soul.
My theory is that everyone at one time or another has been at the fringe of society in some way: an outcast in high school, a stranger in a foreign country, the best at something, the worst at something, the one who’s different. Being an outsider is the one thing we all have in common.
This was what it meant to be human, to know that time moved and all things changed.
No one knows you like a person with whom you’ve shared a childhood. No one will ever understand you in quite the same way.
Sometimes the right thing feels all wrong until it is over and done with.
Sometimes, running away means you’re headed in the exact right direction.
My darling girl, when are you going to realize that being normal is not necessarily a virtue? It rather denotes a lack of courage.” – Aunt Frances
My grandmother told me once that when you lose somebody you think you’ve lost the whole world as well, but that’s not the way things turn out in the end. Eventually, you pick yourself up and look out the window, and once you do you see everything that was there before the world ended is out there still. There are the same apple trees and the same songbirds, and over our heads, the very same sky that shines like heaven, so far above us we can never hope to reach such heights.
You build your world around someone, and then what happens when he disappears? Where do you go-into pieces, into atoms, into the arms of another man? You go shopping, you cook dinner, you work odd hours, you make love to someone else on June nights. But you’re not really there.
I have crossed over to a place where I never thought I’d be. I am someone I would have never imagined. A secret. A dream. I am this, body and soul. Burn me. Drown me. Tell me lies. I will still be who I am.
I’m at the point where going forward is easier than going back.
Be careful what you wish for. I know that for a fact. Wishes are brutal, unforgiving things. They burn your tongue the moment they’re spoken and you can never take them back.
All the characters in my books are imagined, but all have a bit of who I am in them – much like the characters in your dreams are all formed by who you are
I feel as if when you love a book it becomes a part of you whether you have it on your shelves or not.
When you start writing the magic comes when the characters seem to take on a life of their own and write the words for themselves.
