Sometimes dreams show me that my writing should go deeper. Dreams have not so much changed my work as deepened it.

You can look at the New York Times Bestseller List and you can be pretty sure that the writers on that list don't know each other very well.

I would die rather than live without you. I would die the same way he died. I can't bear you to look at me the way you did. I cannot bear it if you do not love me!" -Claudia.

Let tears gather in your eyes. You haven’t tears enough for what you’ve done to me. Six more mortal years, seven, eight…I might have had that shape!’ Her pointed finger flew at Madeleine, whose hands had risen to her face, whose eyes were clouded over. Her moan was almost Claudia’s name. But Claudia did not hear her. ‘Yes, that shape, I might have known what it was to walk at your side.

God, what is it like to be You and hear all those people all the time everywhere, begging, imploring, calling out for anything and anyone?

... what I fear in writing is the safe decision.

I wish we had more visible Christian and Catholic leaders who talked about love.