I'm looking forward to writing more novels for young adults.

Why do I keep evading my work? Is it because I’m afraid of being confronted by my lack of abilities?

What I have yet to see is a real woman choose a younger man because he spent six hours a day at the gym trying to sculpt his abs.

The only way to look at men is like they're electrons. They have all these charges sticking out, and they're always looking for a hole where they can put those charges.

I always thought that there was a really good chance that I wasn't going to get married.

For me, having it all is being paid to write novels.

Thank goodness for the first snow, it was a reminder--no matter how old you became and how much you'd seen, things could still be new if you were willing to believe they still mattered.