Then Henry speaks again. "Did he do it?" I turn to him slowly. "Does it matter?

I believed the reason there was a God was to prevent such atrocities from happening to the same person twice. But nothing prepared me for this: I have done what I've sworn I could never do; I have become my own nightmare... I have lost control.

The way I challenge myself is by writing something that really engages me, that doesn't have an easy answer, and isn't always an easy book to write.

Nathaniel closes his eyes and jumps, his arms glued to his sides like that fly's. He doesn't try to break his fall, just hits hard, because it hurts less than everything else.

Since I was five, I've known that I was adopted, which is a politically correct term for being clueless about one's own origins.

newborns reminded her of tiny buddhas

Objection!" Metz shouts. Grounds?" the judge asks. Well...he's my witness!