I wrote eight full-length adult novels in my twenties. None of them were published

But I found my family. I found the right thing to do. I found the way home.

Breakfast was only worth having when somebody else made it for you.

I wonder why we always deny love. I remember in middle school, if you were accused of the crime of loving, you screamed denials constantly and stopped ever even looking at the boy you were accused of liking. The boys could destroy each other by yodeling, "An-drew lo-oves Jen-nie," and both Andrew and Jennie would flinch and blush. Love is this great thing that most songs and books and poems and lives are all about. So the minute we actually think there might be love around, we start laughing and pretending and hiding from it.

I believe my voice is pretty much the same. I've written 75 books, so I'm better at it now than I was earlier in my career

I approach serious subjects, and I like to have the good guys win and have the parents among the good guys

What more can life hold, than to know that because of your story, somebody out there has decided to read again!