Just because things hadn't gone the way I had planned didn't necessarily mean they had gone wrong.

Love was action. It came to you. It was not a choice.

Because of her singing they all went away feeling moved, feeling comforted, feeling, perhaps, the slightest tremors of faith.

Staying within the world of a novel gives us the ability to be quiet and alone, two skills that are disappearing faster than the polar icecaps.

The light was cut to lace by the trees that had grown so thick with leaves in the last few months.

That's the way I work. I get it all plotted in my mind, and then I write it down.

Sometimes love does not have the most honorable beginnings, and the endings, the endings will break you in half. It's everything in between we live for.