true love is felonious… You take someone’s breath away… You rob them of the ability to utter a single word… You steal a heart.

I had absolutely no trauma in my childhood. If anyone ever assumed that my books were autobiographical, they'd be sorely disappointed, because none of these things happened to me.

I adore the way he looks at me sometimes, as if love is a quantity he cannot measure scientifically, because it multiplies too quickly.

parenting isn't a noun but a verb--an ongoing process instead of an accomplishment. And that no matter how many years you put into the job, the learning curve is, well, fairly flat.

Mistakes are something that happen by accident. You didn't walk out the door one morning and fall into some guy's bed. You thought about it, for a while. You made that choice.

I personally subscribe to the belief that normal is just a setting on the dryer.

I’d much rather pretend I’m somewhere else, and any time I open the pages of a book, that happens.