Sometimes you can see things happen right in front of your eyes and still jump to the wrong conclusions.

There's got to be a moment when that baby [flying] squirrel looks from the end of one branch to the tree six feet away and thinks twice about making a leap. Falling in love is no different; it's the moment that we close our eyes and throw away everything that seems reasonable and hope to God there's someone or something waiting to catch us on the other side.

In the custom of mourning, the fabric of the night had been ripped, revealing a star at each tiny tear.

In the end, though, I did not kill my sister. She did it all on her own. Or at least this is what I tell myself.

Everyone deserves a happy ending.

I am an activist. I have a really big pulpit with my fiction and I love knowing that I can make people think.

When you love someone - when you create a child with him - you don't just suddenly lose that bond. Like any other energy, it can't be destroyed, just channeled into something else.