You're not supposed to have iron bars around you - no one is supposed to have that. You're supposed to fall down hills and get lonely, and find your ….

Affection makes fools. Always, without exception, love digs a channel that's sooner or later flooded by the briny water of despair..

How does one craft happiness out of something as important, as complicated, as unrepeatable and as easily damaged as life?.

She doesn't understand that doors, walls, fences, ceilings - they're helpless to keep out what determinedly desires to get in..

A small town has as many eyes as a fly.

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

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 liv….

No bird in a cage ever speaks. What is there to say? The sky is everywhere, churning above its head, blue and endless, calling out to it. But the cag….

There is nothing that is more beautiful than everything else in the world..

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..

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

More than this, I believe that the only lastingly important form of writing is writing for children. It is writing that is carried in the reader's he….

There's fire in my fingers. I burn everything I touch..

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

I thought about how stupid it is, that all of us are born destined to desire somebody else, though desire brings with it such disappointment and pain….

Life is lived on the inside. What's outside doesn't matter..

Every atom in me feels composed of lead. This is what dying is: a pull to the ground..

Yeah, reflections! The same, but different. Like twins - like blood brothers! And when you need something bad done, like punishment or revenge, you'l….

She had witnessed the world's most beautiful things, and allowed herself to grow old and unlovely. She had felt the heat of a leviathan's roar, and t….

My life was pouring out my feet and seeping through cracks in the floor; yet still I knelt and did not move, for fear she'd let go my hands. Let me s….

A small town is nothing but eyes and gaping maw; it pecks at its own like a flock of vicious birds..