Summer romances cometo an end. That was part of the deal. They are built like certain plants or insects, not able to survive more than one season. I thought we would be different. We were, I guess, but not in the way I thought. I truly believed that we would never let each other go. The young are so dumb.

In short, the satisfaction of creating, not necessarily the process, always lifts my heart.

And I love the twist. I love to fool you once, I love to fool you twice, and on the very last page, quite often - very last paragraph sometimes - I like to just play with your perception one more time in a way that makes everything that came before just a little bit different.

Writing a novel in general is like trying to reach a mountain top you'll never quite reach - so you try again and maybe get a little closer.

You want this so badly—this second chance, this chance at real redemption—that you can’t see the truth.

Painful memories didn't just ease back in-they shoved the door open hard, all of them and all at once

A trial is two narratives competing for your attention.