It’s not easy remembering the good times.

I would love to write a mystery - a romantic, funny mystery.

Some people say that you shouldn't operate from a place of fear but if there is no fear, how is there a challenge?

I want a character to wake up one day and feel like, I can face it. That, to me, is happy. I want the characters to rescue themselves, though you use the relationships you have, to make you strong enough to be able to do that.

But even in her laughter there was something missing. She never seemed to be truly happy; she just seemed to be passing time while she waited for something else. She was tired of just existing; she wanted to live.

People forget they have options. And they forget that those things really don't matter. They should concentrate on what they have and not what they don't have.

When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground, it makes a crashing sound. When a window shatters, a table breaks, or a picture fall of the wall, it makes noise. But as for your heart, when that breaks, it's completely silent... and you almost wish there was a noise to distract you from the pain.