I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for.

When all is said and done, the weather and love are the two elements about which one can never be sure.

I saw the end of his life right there in that single moment. His pride, his decency, his secrets, his death.

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.

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

Anyway, the sort of love that will not wait is probably best to pass by

The frightened walk away when love is difficult. I know that now. You have to be willing to give everything away. You have to be willing to end up with nothing. Only then will your heart be whole.