I think there are readers out there and I don't think the book is dead. And more importantly I don't think readers have to choose between literary and commercial fiction.

I knew what it was like to lose someone you loved. You didn't get past something like that, you got through it.

When she smiles, it feels like the first warm day of March-- after an eternity of snow, when you suddenly remember how summer feels on the backs of your bare calves & in the part of your hair.

Sometimes I think my whole life has been about holding on to you.

After a certain point, a heart with so many stress fractures can never be anything but broken.

The human capacity for burden is like bamboo- far more flexible than you'd ever believe at first glance.

Me, I was already jaded and tarnished, skeptical that a fantasy world could keep reality at bay.