I've always been intrigued by the power of secrets. When is it justifiable to keep them from the ones we love? And does keeping them irrevocably change who we are?

I try to be true to the characters that I've created and sometimes I disagree with them, but their opinions about the story and the characters really matter to me.

Sweetened ice tea is one of the things I love about the South, right up there with homemade biscuits and cheese grits.

It was about grace, she decides, something that has been missing from her own life. ... She wants to be the kind of person who can bestow unearned kindness on another, replace bitterness with empathy, forgive only for the sake of forgiving.

Then he asks if he can kiss me. It is a question I don’t usually like. Just do it, I always think.

Things are what they are and there's no point dwelling in the past or wondering what could have been.

His loyalty, so fierce and unwavering, makes my eyes water and heart ache.