Being a parent is not for the faint of heart. I may joke about knowing fear, but the fact is, the first time I ever knew real fear was the day Charlotte, my first child, was born. Suddenly there is someone in the world you care about more than anything.

You don't worry about happiness and fulfilment when you're starving.

I still try to make the "next" book my "best" book. I want to grip and move you in unexpected ways.

The actual writing time is a lot shorter than the thinking time.

Hope is cruel. Hope reminds me of what almost was. Hope makes the physical ache return.

My house has too many distractions. There's the email. There's checking my Amazon ranking. I know I'm the only author who's ever done that, ever. There's the fax. Too many distractions. I like to go out and write.

We're called New Jersey but we're actually the suburbs of New York.