She might not have read many books. But when she reads a book, she swallows the very words. If you open the books on her shelves, you will find that the front and back covers encase white pages.

Books should not be loved selfishly. Neither books nor anything else, in fact.

It is a dangerous thing to substitute reading or writing for living. Live first, then write.

We are all born as storytellers. Our inner voice tells the first story we ever hear.

In a
few hours, she’ll see Anna for herself. She’ll see
her dressed in blood, her hair floating like it’s
suspended in water, eyes black and shining. And
when she does, she won’t be able to catch her
breath.

In the beginning was love, and love was with God, and love was God.