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

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??

Happiness is what you choose to remember.

I think that's probably the most devastating thing - when someone who is larger than life winds up a shadow of themselves in a hospital bed.

When you love someone you let them take care of you.

If you were drifting with a thousand other people, could you really still say you were lost?

There are always sides. There is always a winner and a loser. For every person who gets, there's someone who must give.