In real life, coincidences happen all the time. In novels, they are leapt upon with fury.

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.

I pretty much only wear Lilly Pulitzer ties because my best friend owns the company.

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

Years fly by, but the heart stays in the same place.

A trial is two narratives competing for your attention.

What I want to do is tell stories about normal people in the American suburbs. I don't write the book where it's a conspiracy reaching the prime minister; I don't write the book with the big serial killer who lops off heads. My setting is a very placid pool of suburbia, family life. And within that I can make pretty big splashes.