I always wondered why God was supposed to be a father," she whispers. Fathers always want you to measure up to something. Mothers are the ones who love you unconditionally, don't you think?

Is it really worth dying for the person you love?

Writer's block is for people who have the luxury of time.

What could you give me," I ask, my voice shaking, "to make me forget ... that you forgot about me?

What she hadn't realized was that sometimes when your vision was that sharp and true, it could cut you. That only if you'd felt such fullness could you really understand the ache of being empty.

I am an activist. I have a really big pulpit with my fiction and I love knowing that I can make people think.

If you ask me, music is the language of memory