Frankly, I wonder who Frank was, and why he has an adverb all to himself.

I know better than most people that a criminal isn't always a thug in a black leather jacket with a big brand on his forehead to warn us away. Criminals sit next to us on the bus. They pack our groceries and cash our paychecks for us and teach our children. They look no different from you or me. And that's why they get away with it.

Well I talk a little about that, but I don't admit that from the beginning I knew we were not meant to be together.

For me, every book is a journey - questioning a really difficult topic that most people don't want to talk about, much less write about. And that's what I need; that works for me as a writer.

The weapons an author has at her disposal are flawed. There are words that feel shapeless and overused. Love, for example. I could write the word love a thousand times and it would mean a thousand different things to different readers.

You would be surprised at the lengths you will go to believe the best about someone if you truly love him

I could think whatever I wanted to, but realized that any promises I made myself were destined to be broken.