Pack a pillow and blanket and see as much of the world as you can.You will not regret it.

A lot of my upbringing was about denying or fretting or evading.

She watched his lips forming the words, at the same time she heard them under her skin, under her winter coat, so near and full of warmth that she felt herself go hot.

Being a writer means taking the leap from listening to saying 'Listen to me'.

She is stunned that in this town there are no sidewalks to speak of, no streetlights, no public transportation, no stores for miles at at a time.

I am drawn to any story that makes me want to read from one sentence to the next. I have no other criterion.

There were times Ruma felt closer to her mother in death than she had in life, an intimacy born simply of thinking of her so often, of missing her. But she knew that this was an illusion, a mirage, and that the distance between them was now infinite, unyielding.