There's a market for mysteries for adults. That feeling of opening a book and delving inside and not coming out until you've closed the book..

A girl expecting rescue never learns to save herself. Even with the means, she will find her courage wanting..

Time had a way of moulding people into shapes they themselves no longer recognised..

The world was an awfully large place and it wasn't easy to find a person who'd gone missing sixty years earlier, even if that person was oneself..

If you don't stop apologizing, you're going to convince me you've done something wrong..

To abandon a child, she had once said to someone, when she thought Cassandra couldn't hear, was an act so cold, so careless, it refused forgiveness..

A twinge at the edge of her lips and she continued, the soft, slow lilt of recitation: "Ancient walls that sing the distant hours..

You must learn to know the difference between tales and the truth, my Liza, she would say. Fairy tales have a habit of ending too soon. They never sh….

Wars make history seem deceptively simple. They provide clear turning points, easy distinctions.: before and after, winner and loser, right and wrong….

I want to be independent. To meet interesting people. ... I just mean new people with clever things to say. Things I've never heard before. I want to….

The stretch of years leaves none unmarked: the blissful sense of youthful invincibility peels away and responsibility brings its weight to bear..

That, my dear, is what makes a character interesting, their secrets..

Quite simply the book and I were meant to be together..

... people who'd led dull and blameless lives did not give thanks for second chances..

I write what I'd like to read and just hope that, along the way, others might like to read them, too..

Darling girl, blinded by foolish thoughts of love. How to tell her that the hearts of men were not so easily won. If won, rarely kept..

I probably coughed self-pityingly in response, little aware that I was about to cross a tremendous threshold beyond which there would be no return, t….

Photographs force us to see people before their future weighed them down, before they knew their endings..

But happiness ... happiness grows at our own firesides," she said. "It is not to be picked in strangers' gardens." ~ The House at Riverton.

Rejection is a cancer, Edie. It eats away at a person..

Oh, there was harm indeed for a young lady flattered by the brief attentions of a handsome man..