I knew her hair and her coloring and her shapes would be different next time, but the way she wore her body would keep on.

Everything I ever said to you was true and is true.

How terrible would it be to just wait there pathetically alone for him never to show up?" Eudoxia's expression grew more serious. "That's what you're doing anyway, my dear.

He was the strangest of strangers in that he was also her oldest friend.

I think pants have unique qualities, especially in a woman’s life. Whatever bodily insecurities we have, we seem to take out on our pants.

I do believe that characters in novels belong to their writers and their readers pretty equally. I've learned a lot of things about the characters I write from people who read about them. Readers expand them in ways I don't think of and take them to places I can't go.

I was supposed to write a romantic comedy, but my characters broke up.