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

In a world of sorrow, love was an act of will. All you needed were the right ingredients.

But what we are given is taken as well, so that we know God's glory comes to us from His will alone.

When I looked at her, she appeared to be a different person from the one I'd known... She had rewritten everything, our history together, our friendship. Now I was the girl who'd stolen Andres; the girl who'd lied to her about who I was. Therefore, she owned me nothing.

Ironically, now that my children are older and gone quite a bit, I find it harder to work when they're not around. Too much free time!

She liked to disappear, even when she was in the same room as other people. It was a talent, as it was a curse.

When I read Jerome D. Salinger's "The Catcher in the Rye" that was the first time I felt my mind blow open. I thought that book was speaking to me. I was 12 or 13 when I read that. I read everything on my mother's bookshelves.