What happened to romance? Sappy, soppy longhand love letters.

Any experience that isn't fun is probably something I will at least use in my writing someday.

I have a great deal of empathy for anyone who's having a hard time. I believe this ability to see another's viewpoint has served me well as a writer.

Seem like a lot of people wear shoes they can't walk in.

Something with inner beauty will live forever, like the scent of a rose.

Each of my books took roughly one and a half years to write. Some may have taken a shorter time to write the draft and a longer time to revise, while others were the opposite.

I love you, I thought. But I didn't say it. It was not that I feared she would laugh in my face. She was far too kind for that. My fear was a greater one - that she won't say it back.