I don't bring expectations to any of my books. I don't tell people what to do. I want to invite them in.

Why is it that only girls stand on the sides of their feet? As if they're afraid to plant themselves?

From the fallen tree everybody makes firewood.

The thing is, it's my own fault. I just can't put up with a person that won't go out of his way for me. And that's what a man is. Somebody that won't go out of his way for you. I bet it says that in the dictionary.

If it's important, your heart remembers.

From my earliest memory, times of crisis seemed to end up with women in the kitchen preparing food for men.

There is no perfect time to write. There is only now.