I have several writer friends, but I don't involve them in my work process. I'm more likely to talk about the business of publishing with them.

Scars are just a treasure map for pain you've buried too deep to remember.

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??

I know Mark,' I reply. 'And I don't like him.' 'But I do. And part of being social means being civil to someone you don't like.' 'That's stupid. It's a huge world. why not just get up and walk away?' 'Because that's rude,' Jess explains. 'I think it's rude to stick a smile on your face and pretend you like talking to someone when in reality you'd rather be sticking bamboo slivers under your fingernails.

I think we deserve a happily-ever-after." "If anyone ever did, it's us.

The doctors may be mapping out the war games, but it is the nurses who make the conflict bearable.

But if you seek forgiveness, doesn't that automatically mean you cannot be a monster? By definition, doesn't that desperation make you human again?