It's good to be in love..

After Memory Keepers Daughter, it took me a few months to shut out the world. I really had to turn off the Internet and sort of cloister myself away ….

She had died at age twelve, and by now she was nothing but the memory of love-- nothing, now, but bones..

You can't stop time. You can't capture light. You can only turn your face up and let it rain down..

After all these years, I feel so free. Who knows where I might fly?.

All that sunny afternoon, traveling north and east, Caroline believed absolutely in the future. And why not? For if the worst had already happened to….

You missed a lot of heartache, sure. But David, you missed a lot of joy..

It seemed there was no end at all to the lies a person could tell, once she got started..

Grief, it seemed, was a physical place..

A moment might be a thousand different things..

Either things grow and change or they die..

He'd kept this silence because his own secrets were darker, more hidden, and because he believed that his secrets had created hers..

It wasn't right. He knew that, but it was like falling: once you started you couldn't stop until something stopped you..

Its impossible to control the reception of your work - the only thing you can control is the experience of writing itself, and the work you create..

Her voice, high and clear, moved through the leaves, through the sunlight. It splashed onto the gravel, the grass. He imagined the notes falling into….

The thing is, I used to like that: feeling special because I knew something no one else did. It's a kind of power, isn't it, knowing a secret? But la….

Then she had been a fiancee, a young wife, and a mother, and she had discovered that these words were far too small ever to contain the experience..

Writing is always a process of discovery—I never know the end, or even the events on the next page, until they happen. There’s a constant interplay b….

Once, this whole world had been hidden beneath a shallow sea..

Lately, the world felt fragile, like a blown egg, as if it might shatter beneath a careless touch..

It's funny how things seem different, suddenly..