You cannot dispute the ridiculous. You cannot argue reasonably with evil.

It was as though I had one map inside my head and it led to the man who was waiting for me. Someone who was alone - maybe even more alone - than I was.

The original fairy tale was about the youngest sister going into a room in the castle and finding all the bodies of the wives that came before her - she is confronted with truth, thinking about how often we think we know people and we really don't.

What else is there to write about than love and loss?

Margaret thought of all she knew for certain, that day would always follow night that love was never wasted nor was it lost.

I wasn't quite as certain that I knew her soul. When it came right down to it, I wasn't sure she knew me either.

Emily Brontë's "Wuthering Heights" was extremely important to me.