I loved him even now, as he took a knife to my throat, as I drowned in blood, as I whispered "Cousin, you were wrong. We were born to live.

I never plot out my novels in terms of the tone of the book. Hopefully, once a story is begun it reveals itself

What men yearn for they often destroy.

Jill and I have known each other our whole lives. One house separates our houses but we act as if it doesn't exist. We met before we were born and we'll probably still know each other after we die. At least, that's the way we're planning it.

...and so many orchards circled the village that on some crisp October afternoons the whole wold smelled like pie.

The only people out at this hour were ones who couldn't sleep,those haunted by one thing or another:love thwarted, love lost, love thrown away. They were the sort of people who didn't want to be noticed, who wanted to slip through shadows, be alone with their despair.

I feel as if when you love a book it becomes a part of you whether you have it on your shelves or not.