I don't consider my work a job. I consider it a career. And you don't quit a career.

I can't wait to get out of the house. I can't wait to get out of here. I've been telling myself this all week. The 'getting out of here' part is unspecified, though. Maybe I simply want to get away from life

Ever since I can remember I was telling stories and had a huge interest in other people and what made them tick.

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

If you believe in love, you're setting yourself up to be disappointed.

The '80s was all about this idea that women could have it all. You could have a career, and you could have a husband, and you could have children.

Maybe mistakes are what make our fate... without them what would shape our lives? Maybe if we had never veered off course we wouldn't fall in love, have babies, or be who we are. After all, things change, so do cities, people come into your life and they go. But it's comforting to know that the ones you love are always in your heart... and if you're very lucky, a plane ride away