It's choice that makes us human.

The question I hate the most is "How did you DO it - write novels and raise your children simultaneously!" I mean, do MALE authors get asked that??

eskimos maybe? believed stars were holes in the sky where people who died could peek through at you

They don't like the thought of someone else making demands on the person whom they see as belonging entirely to them.

This isn't a lie, actually. I don't care why Edward left. All I really want to know is why I wasn't enough to make him stay.

There are some nights when you just want to know there's someone else besides you in this wide world.

Kids think with their brains cracked wide open; becoming an adult, I've decided, is only a slow sewing shut.