Among men and women, those in love do not always announce themselves with declarations and vows. But they are the ones who weep when you're gone. Who miss you every single night, especially when the sky is so deep and beautiful, and the ground so very cold.

Unrequited love is so boring. Weeping under a blue-black sky is for suckers or maniacs.

My theory is that everyone at one time or another has been at the fringe of society in some way: an outcast in high school, a stranger in a foreign country, the best at something, the worst at something, the one who's different. Being an outsider is the one thing we all have in common.

Weapons are kept from women, but such a naming suggests that perhaps men fear our talents in war as well as our desire for peace.

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

You are only worthy of what you prove yourself to be.

You have to choose the voice you are going to trust. You can't listen to everyone.