We stood and watched as God abandoned us, and then we did the best we could.

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

I never plot out my novels in terms of the tone of the book. Hopefully, once a story is begun it reveals itself

People want to ignore what they can't understand. They're looking for logic at any cost.

Even as a small child, I understood that woman had secrets, and that some of these were only to be told to daughters. In this way we were bound together for eternity.

I love fairy tales and feel very affected by them.

The grass he walked through was new and a sweet smell clung to his clothes. There was blue dye on his hands from the wild irises... that the color of the sky was a shade that could never be replicated in any photograph, just as Heaven could never be seen from the confines of Earth.