“love wasn't the soft, silky words the poets spoke of. Love,with it's twin edges, was the one factor that weakened so many women, that pushed them to compromised their own wants, their own needs for the needs and wants of another.”

“You can't edit a blank page”

“My own brother calling me a brickhead. Sneering faeries insulting me. Women punching me in the face. How much more am I to swallow in one bloody day?”

“It was a well-aimed arrow. Had anyone even noticed she was no longer at the library? All the people she'd worked with, worked for? All the patrons she'd helped? Had she been so replaceable that her absence hadn't caused a single ripple?Hadn't she mattered at all?”

“People in hell want snowcones.”

“Niall: We're tossed by the winds of fate. Once we end where they blow us, we make of ourselves that we will.”

“Shannon: Only the living suffered. Only they were riddled with guilt and regret and unanswered questions.”

“I would hope that my writing's cleaner than it was when I started.”

“I can fix a bad page. I can't fix a blank page.”

“Be yourself. Be true to that, to your heart. Patience. See what happens if you step back instead of bounding forward.”

“And yet, anything real, anything strong, was never easy. She'd been taught from an early age that the things that mattered most were the hardest to obtain.”