Taking Notes from the Authors

Terrible things happened when you were least expecting them, on sunny Saturday mornings, and the consequences just had to be lived with, every day. But it seems that wonderful things could happen too. You could be forced to take a trip, not knowing who you would meet. Not knowing that it would change your life.

The best discoveries always happened to the people who weren't looking for them.

Arrivals and Departures were right next to each other. Because sometimes, like in that moment, they can mean exactly the same thing.

But a glance was usually long enough to show you that specialness, that glow that they truly beautiful seemed to have. This girl had it.

If you have a gift for something, I think it's wrong not to work at it, just because it gets hard, or because you're scared.

There was something about being alone in places that were usually filled with people that made them seem particularly empty when it was just you.

You can do something extraordinary, and something that a lot of people can't do. And if you have the opportunity to work on your gifts, it seems like a crime not to. I mean, it's just weakness to quit because something becomes too hard.

At some point, tomorrow will be better.

You don't have to go away to know where your home is. Everyone knows where their home is. And if you don't, you've got problems.

You've got to have pride in your home. You are where you're from. Otherwise, you're always going to be lost.

There sometimes isn't much difference between a knight's quest and a fool's errand.

If you don't feel great on the inside, just look great on the outside, and after a while you won't be able to tell the difference.

You get up, you dress up, you show up. And usually have a pretty good time by the end of it.

I'd always loved the chance to become someone else for a few hours. Someone for whom the words had been written, every gesture and emotion plotted, and the ending figured out. Almost like life. Just without the surprises.

I'd found out that if you pushed people away hard enough, they tended to go.

It was a question decided by two people, between one heart and another. Something had to be given, and something had to be accepted.

There are countless things in the world for which affection is not enough. Life is long, and sometimes cruel. Sometimes victims are needed. Someone has to take on that role. And human bodies are fragile, easily damaged. Cut them, and they bleed.