This is when I realize that Anna has already left the table, and more importantly, that nobody noticed.

Maybe knowing where you belong is not equal to knowing who you are.

Some people don't know what to do with an act of kindness.

I shouldn't have eavesdropped, but sometimes, that's the only way to find out the truth.

Accidents did not just happen. From time to time they were carefully plotted, calculated, and arranged to one’s advantage-all, of course, under the cloak of happenstance.

I think there are readers out there and I don't think the book is dead. And more importantly I don't think readers have to choose between literary and commercial fiction.

What's stronger-the need to uphold the law, or the motive to turn one's back on it?