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??

She had loved him. He knew this; he had never doubted it. But she had also asked him to kill her. If you love someone that much, you did not lay that sort of burden on him for the rest of his life.

We make messes of our lives, but every now and then, we manage to do something that's exactly right. The challenge is figuring out which is which.

That's because you've never been one. You haven't spent years wearing someone else's clothes, taking someone else's name, living in someone else's houses, and working someone else's job to fit in. And if you don't sell out, then you run away... proving you're the Gypsy they said you were all along.

To me, a good event is governed by the audience.

Here's what no one ever tells you about love: it hurts, having your heart broken

So much of marriage was implicit and nonverbal. Had I gotten so complacent I'd forgotten to communicate?