In my family, we seem to have a tortured history of not saying what we ought to and not meaning what we do.

I woke up one morning thinking about wolves and realized that wolf packs function as families. Everyone has a role, and if you act within the parameters of your role, the whole pack succeeds, and when that falls apart, so does the pack.

If God wanted us to act on instinct, we wouldn't have the power of reason.

You may be real, but you're still stuck in a book.

A dutiful mother is someone who follows every step her child makes...And a good mother is someone whose child wants to follow her.

Maybe you had to leave in order to really miss a place; maybe you had to travel to figure out how beloved your starting point was.

All writers start with a layer of truth, don't they? If not, their stories would be nothing but spools of cotton candy, a fleeting taste wrapped around nothing but air.