So often people tell me: you got me through this, you've really helped me. And I never realized that part of what I do is that I give people hope.

I'm a human rights person. I don't think people should be unfair to men or women.

I just write all the time! I'm always working. I usually work on several books at once.

I love what I do. I'm so lucky.

I'm not an aging gracefully type. But I do believe in aging with grace.

Her life was beginning to make sense again, although she couldn’t say she was enjoying it. But her mind was clear, and her heart was not constantly as heavy. Only when she thought about him. But she knew that in time, she’d survive it. She had done it before and would again. Eventually the heart repairs.

Who doesn't need hope in their lives: hope that something can change, that someone cares, that not only bad things happen unexpectedly but good things can happen to us too?