But sometimes, in order to win, you have to make sacrifices.

He’s not your typical prince, more like a square peg in a round hole, kind of like me. He’s the sort of guy who wouldn’t mind reading side by side on a date.

When I think about writers who use fiction as social commentary and to raise social awareness but who are also very popular, I think of Dickens.

No one gets to start where they left off; it just doesn't work that way.

Here's what I hadn't realized: the mother you haven't seen for almost thirty-six years isn't your mother, she's a stranger. Sharing DNA doesn't make you fast friends. This wasn't a joyous reunion. It was just awkward.

I would rather be in minority and be right, than in the majority and wrong.

I would figure out, later, how to explain to my boss that, for me, Delia will never be a story, but a happy ending.