You could go church and you could describe your worst behavior, your worst self, and despite your worst behavior you would be forgiven and then redeemed and then accepted back into the community through communion. So you didn't have to carry this burden your entire life. Once a week you went someplace you went someplace where you could really look terrible and be loved despite how terrible you were.

What we don't understand we can make mean anything.

She's not wearing makeup so her face just looks like skin.

I have a secret goal with my editor - he has asthma and uses his inhaler, and after I send him a new manuscript, I'll have his assistant phone me and tell me how many times he had to get his inhaler out while reading a draft. It's my secret laugh meter.

The girl's lover was gone, but his shadow was still there.

Honest is how I want to look. The truth doesn't glitter and shine.

Writing is like sex, if it's difficult you're not doing it right.