You didn't get past something like that, you go through it -- and for that reason alone, I understood more about her than she ever would have guessed.

Sometimes we don't know we're dreaming; we can't even fathom that we're asleep.

Here's my question: What age are you when you're in Heaven?

People ask all the time how I'm doing, but the truth is, they don't really want to know.

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??

When you have been with your partner for so many years, they become the glove compartment map that you've worn dog-eared and white-creased, the trail you recogonize so well you could draw it by heart and for this very reason keep it with you on journeys at all times. And yet, when you least expect it, one day you open your eyes and there is an unfamiliar turnoff, a vantage point taht wasn't there before, and you have to stop and wonder if maybe this landmark isn't new at all, but rather something you have missed all along.

People don’t just disappear. There’s always a reason, or an enemy with a grudge. There’s always a loose thread that starts to unravel.