In this new place we've found, sometimes there aren't words, because the truth can be even more difficult than the lies.

I'm not saying you did the wrong thing. I'm not even saying it wasn't something I'd thought of doing, myself. But even if it was the just thing to do, or the fitting thing, it still wasn't the right thing.

Many of my books come from what if questions that I can't answer, things that I'm worried about as either a woman, a wife, a mom, an American.

I think her flaws make me love her even more. She's not perfect, but she's perfect to me

Good people are good people; religion has nothing to do with it.

Bad is not an absolute, but a relative term. Ask the robber who used the cash he stole to feed his infant; the rapist who was sexually abused as a child; the kidnapper who truly believed he was saving a life. And just because you break the law doesn't mean you have intentionally crossed the line into evil. Sometimes the line creeps up on you, and before you know it, you're standing on the other side.

It feels like a punch. Tears fill my eyes, and I wonder how I could be upset over losing something I never had.