" But there were nights, after she'd gone upstairs with Cat Norman under her arm, where I'd seen the light under her bedroom door. I pictured her sitting on her bed, hearing those voices again in her head the way I still heard mine. If Mira was anything like me, she could only keep them out for so long. And I knew it was late at night, when everything and everyone else was quiet, that those voices would rise like ghosts, soft and haunting, filling your mind until sleep finally came."

-Sarah Dessen, Keeping the Moon