At home I was raped by a guy i thought I loved' Trixie said, because thats what it was to her and always would be.

I know what it's like when the things you believe make you feel like you're on the outside looking in.

She's not classically beautiful, but somehow that only makes her more interesting.

When you love someone - when you create a child with him - you don't just suddenly lose that bond. Like any other energy, it can't be destroyed, just channeled into something else.

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.

And I think, not for the first time, that what is immoral is not always wrong.

Her hands quieted. "Yeah. Because even if the law says that no one is responsible for anyone else, helping someone who needs it is the right thing to do." I sat down beside her, close enough that the skin of her arm hummed right next to mine. "You really believe that?" She looked down at her lap "Yeah." Then how," I asked, "can you walk away from me?