My mother used to tell me that when push comes to shove, you always know who to turn to. That being a family isn't a social construct but an instinct.

On the surface, we're polar opposites. Under the skin, though, we're the same: people think they know what they're getting, and they're always wrong.

I haven't run out of ideas yet. Usually while I'm working on a book, I'm doing research for the next one!

How far can a person go... and still live with himself.

When you're different, sometimes you don't see the millions of people who accept you for what you are. All you notice is the person who doesn't.

Betrayal was a stone beneath a mattress of thr bed you shared, something you felt digging into you no matter how you shifted position. What was the point of being able to forgive, when deep down, you both had to admit you'd never forget?

You get through it, you just never get over it