I don't think it's shameful to admit that some days your time can be better spent reading than writing.

Perhaps fiction has, for me, served a similar purpose--what is a narrative arc if not the imposition of order on disparate events?--and perhaps it is my avid reading that has been my faith all along.

I'm not afraid of writing about sensitive subjects, but I want to be careful how I do so and I know not all readers will think I have been, of course.

She really does like him, she likes lying next to him, she wants to be around him; when you get down to it, can you say that about many people?

She has always been a bystander in family destruction, never realizing she herself possessed the capacity to inflict it.

There are people we treat wrong and later, we're prepared to treat other people right.

Of course, I didn't imagine then that I could have had a real relationship with any guy. I thought that by virtue of being me I was disqualified.