Téa Obreht is the most thrilling literary discovery in years

The world spins. We stumble on. It is enough.

I write about what I know; and I write about things that are new to me, and that I didn't know before.

The thing about love is that we come alive in bodies not our own.

Long ago, long ago. The simple things come back to us. They rest for a moment by our ribcages then suddenly reach in and twist our hearts a notch backward.

There are moments we return to, now and always. Family is like water - it has a memory of what it once filled, always trying to get back to the original stream.

There's a part of me that thinks perhaps we go on existing in a place even after we've left it.

We have to admire the world for not ending on us.

It was a silence that heard itself, awful and beautiful.

Give life long enough and it will solve all your problems, including the one of being alive.

Even if people laughed at the notion of goodness, if they found it sentimental, or nostalgic, it didn't matter -- it was none of those things, he said, and it had to be fought for.

Live the Life of Your Dreams: Be brave enough to live the life of your dreams according to your vision and purpose instead of the expectations and opinions of others.

We all struggle in some way or another. So it's on us to work hard, and strive towards a better and healthy life.

Tell Albus - tell Albus Severus - I'm proud he carries my name.

Since the very beginning, Emeril's had a sense of humor about me calling him names and poking fun at him.

Men cannot conceive of a state of things so fair that it cannot be realized.

…but then I am unlike other people I dare say.

I don't do marriage. I think it's incredibly naff. And I don't like vulgar displays of ostentation.

Peace can be agreed around the conference table, but unless it grows in ordinary hearts and minds, it does not last. It may not even begin

What the artist must render is a living moment somehow, a living moment actually in action or an inward experience.

There is no such thing as an empty word, only one that is worn out yet remains full.