A sacrament--like marriage--means living a life better than your natural instincts, so that you're modeling God. And God never gives up.

My brother believed in all sorts of mythical creatures: pixies, dragons, werewolves, honest men.

I am an activist. I have a really big pulpit with my fiction and I love knowing that I can make people think.

When you look into your baby’s eyes,” Lacy said softly, “you see everything you hope they can be…not everything you wish they won’t become.

Maybe the reason I've never died in this story is that I've never had something worth dying for before.

Suddenly, I don't want to be this person anymore. I don't want to pretend I'm fooling the world when I'm not. I want someone else to have a plan for me, because I'm not doing a very good job myself.

I can't do this to you,' he said, drawing back. Emily put her hand on his and pulled the gun to her temple. 'Then do it for me,' she said.