My heart right now is totally connected to a book called The Servant of the Bones, which is not in any way connected with vampires or witches. It's about a new hero, a ghost, who really doesn't particularly like the job that he's been given. I'm in love with this hero and in love with his dilemma.

Who knew that better than I, who had presided over the death of my own body, seeing all I called human wither and die only to form an unbreakable chain which held me fast to this world yet made me forever its exile, a specter with a beating heart?

I am deeply discouraged by Catholic Bishops who say Catholics cannot support same sex marriage in our secular culture.

The highest truths a person could discover were rooted in the natural world.

I think love can save the world. When we love, we completely recognize the value of the other.

But just remember, life without me would be even more unbearable.

Obviously, a writer can't know everything about what she writes. It's impossible.