Love meant something to her, she dreamt of it, thought of it, wrote of it. It was the one thing in life that had eluded her completely.

Never lose hope, and if you can, find the courage to love again.

I wish I were brave, although I try. I work too hard and don't play enough. Too much work ethic, not enough 'fun'.

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

Not everyone is meant to stay forever.

Nothing is irreversible except dying.

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