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He has the ability to catch someone by the way that he looks at her, and make her wish he would go on looking.
She liked to disappear, even when she was in the same room as other people. It was a talent, as it was a curse.
I never plot out my novels in terms of the tone of the book. Hopefully, once a story is begun it reveals itself
I wasn't quite as certain that I knew her soul. When it came right down to it, I wasn't sure she knew me either.
How could I have been so stupid to ignore everything I’d had in my life? The color red alone was worth kingdoms.
And then I understood that she had no idea what she'd done to my family. She thought love and hatred were equal.
I never plot out my novels in terms of the tone of the book. Hopefully, once a story is begun it reveals itself.
Still, she knows one thing for certain: never judge a relationship unless you are the one wrapped up in its arms.
Another world must surely exist somewhere one where she would be known in some deep way that was far beyond words.
...and so many orchards circled the village that on some crisp October afternoons the whole wold smelled like pie.
I heard a sigh, as though the books were breathing. I felt that this was where I belonged. This was where I lived.
Feel lucky for what you have when you have it. Isn't that the point? Happily ever after doesn't mean happy forever.
Every time I finish a book, I forget everything I learned writing it - the information just disappears out of my head
He was in love, and people in that condition did stupid, unfathomable things. They were all flawed, every single one.
That's the way love sounds, my mother told me. You think it should feel like honey, but instead it cuts like a knife.
Every time I finish a book, I forget everything I learned writing it - the information just disappears out of my head.
At midnight the wind in the tress can sound like the ocean. The moonlight can make a road appear as endless as the sea.
Still anyone who trusts a serpent deserves its bite. The wise see a creature for what it is, not what it says it may be.
After a while, the characters I'm writing begin to feel real to me. That's when I know I'm heading in the right direction
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.
After a while, the characters I'm writing begin to feel real to me. That's when I know I'm heading in the right direction.
I wept to think that life went on even when so much had been lost, that rain still fell and myrtle grew between the rocks.
He'd thought he was lost, but now he recognized that eternity was around him, like salt from a shaker or stars in the sky.
That is the joy of reading fiction: when all is said and done, the novel belongs to the reader and his or her imagination.
I never even believed in happiness. I didn't think it existed. Now look at me. I'm ready to believe in just about anything.
Margaret thought of all she knew for certain, that day would always follow night that love was never wasted nor was it lost.
He believed in dreams, in endings that people told you could never happen, in disappointments reversed and luck that lasted.
The adults don't know what's happening on the kids' universe and the kids don't know what's happening on the adults' universe
The sisters were glad to be together. They had the easy sort of relationship where they didn't have to speak to be understood.
The adults don't know what's happening on the kids' universe and the kids don't know what's happening on the adults' universe.
It was a great escape for me and it was a way to take a break from what was going on in my own world, to go into another world.
Weapons are kept from women, but such a naming suggests that perhaps men fear our talents in war as well as our desire for peace.
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.
Never look at other people's bad fortune,' my mother said. 'If you do, it will come back to find you instead of its rightful owner.
It was as if hope had appeared out of nowhere to settle beside her and it wasn't going anywhere, it wasn't going to desert her now.
She can feel his blood, just beneath his skin; when he breathes, the air fills with smoke. He's like a dragon, ancient and fearless.
I always felt and still feel that fairy tales have an emotional truth that is so deep that there are few things that really rival them
She didn't like being twelve. It felt like someplace between who she'd been and who she was about to be. It felt like no place at all.
Ironically, now that my children are older and gone quite a bit, I find it harder to work when they're not around. Too much free time!
I also like the whole idea of fairy tales and folk tales being a woman's domain, considered a lesser domain at the time they were told.
...he had a way of taking your hand which made it clear he'd have to be the one to let go." From Alice Hoffman's "Local Girls", pg.102.
I never see a novel as a film while I'm writing it. Mostly because novels and films are so different, and I'm such an internal novelist
I always felt and still feel that fairy tales have an emotional truth that is so deep that there are few things that really rival them.
Unfinished business always comes back to haunt you, and a man who swears he'll love you forever isn't finished with you until he's done.
Trouble is just like love, after all; it comes in unannounced and takes over before you've had a chance to reconsider, or even to think.
I never see a novel as a film while I'm writing it. Mostly because novels and films are so different, and I'm such an internal novelist.
Being human means losing everything we love best in the world," she murmured as she released me. "But would you ask to be anything else?
I was beginning to understand.My grandmother's love was cold because she was afraid of things;that was why everything had to be perfect.
Young people believe that regret is something you will never feel if you simply do as you please, but sometimes it is a matter of degree.
I loved him even now, as he took a knife to my throat, as I drowned in blood, as I whispered "Cousin, you were wrong. We were born to live.