“I don't want to die without telling you that I love you," Everett's voice was a faint, wavering whisper, and his lips swollen and bloodied. "I always have.”

“Why do I love writing YA? Because I get a chance to re-live my youth knowing all I know now...”

“And I did what I do best. I watched, alone, from the sidelines. I saw.”

“They are all leaving me, Daddy," I wiped the tears from my eyes. "I'm going to be here all alone with all these secrets.”

“It's the witching hour once more-When the Muse comes out to play.He calls me through that magic door-Where galaxies of worlds await!”

“..he was the only one in the world who understood the secret living thing that dwelt in he pit of my stomach...the thing that reared its head from time to time to sear my insides with fear.”

“I loved Duncan and I loved being his mother but I wasn't sure I was prepared to be only his mother. Before we were even married, when Russell and I had gotten our dog, Humbert, I had walked him early one morning, and as I stood on a line for coffee, someone had offered him a dog treat. "I always ask the mommy first," she said, looking at him expectantly. "Oh, I'm not his mother," I said, "I'm just his...friend," and she looked at me with complete contempt. "You're his mother," she had scolded, "Poor dog.”