Ironically, now that my children are older and gone quite a bit, I find it harder to work when they're not around. Too much free time!

The moon is always jealous of the heat of the day, just as the sun always longs for something dark and deep.

Feel lucky for what you have when you have it. Isn't that the point? Happily ever after doesn't mean happy forever.

I wrote to find beauty and purpose, to know that love is possible and lasting and real, to see day lilies and swimming pools, loyalty and devotion, even though my eyes were closed, and all that surrounded me was a darkened room. I wrote because that was who I was at the core, and if I was too damaged to walk around the block, I was lucky all the same. Once I got to my desk, once I started writing, I still believed anything was possible.

He has the ability to catch someone by the way that he looks at her, and make her wish he would go on looking.

He stepped off the pavement like a man jumping off a bridge, as calm as a swimmer with an ocean out below. Lucy had known what he was going to do the instant their eyes met. She'd know what he intended because she would have done the very same thing if she'd had his courage. Nothing was going to break his fall.

All the characters in my books are imagined, but all have a bit of who I am in them - much like the characters in your dreams are all formed by who you are