...he had a way of taking your hand which made it clear he'd have to be the one to let go." From Alice Hoffman's "Local Girls", pg.102.

I'm a really eclectic reader.

My sorrow is I used to read all the time and now, as a writer, I don't have the time to read.

He'd thought he was lost, but now he recognized that eternity was around him, like salt from a shaker or stars in the sky.

...but now the worst crime was pretending to be something you were not.

If we had paid attention, we would have understood there are some things in this world you cannot outrun.

I wrote to find beauty and purpose, to know that love is possible and lasting and real.... Once I got to my desk, once I started writing, I still believed anything was possible.