When you're different, sometimes you don't see the millions of people who accept you for what you are. All you notice is the person who doesn't.

Sometimes we don't know we're dreaming; we can't even fathom that we're asleep.

When this is over...we will got to the rainforest, or a beach as white as bone. We will eat grapes from the vine, we will swim with sea turtles, we will walk miles on cobblestone streets. We will laugh and talk and confess. We will.

What does it feel like?” he asked. “What does what feel like?” Peter thought for a moment. “Being at the top.” Josie reached across him for another packet of material and fed it into the stapler. She did three of these, and Peter was certain that she was going to ignore him, but then she spoke. “Like if you take one wrong step,” she said, “you’re going to fall.

I love meeting my readers - so the more I can talk to at one event the better!

My dad used to say that living with regrets was like driving a car that only moved in reverse.

The act of writing... is the act of trying to understand why my opinion is what it is. And ultimately, I think that's the same experience the reader has when they pick up one of my books.