I did it at night because I loved it. I never did it to make money, as a job. I just did it because I had to.

The usual way - through a long series of rejections, revising my manuscripts, and kept trying again and again. Finally I was fortunate enough to find a good agent.

I try to write about the stuff that torments us all.

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?

We are always better than before when those we love inflict wounds upon us.

She didn't want to let go of him, or the baby, but sometimes life made you give up what you loved most.

.. that terrible feeling that you're not good enough to be loved by the people you love most, and eventually by anyone else.