I felt a splinter of guilt wedge into my heart. Charlotte had hurt me; in return, I'd hurt Rob. Maybe that's what we do to the people we love: take shots in the dark and realize too late we've wounded the people we're trying to protect.

My mother walks forward. She's crying, but there's a smile on her face. For God's sake, is it any wonder I can't ever understand what you people are feeling?

It takes two people to make a lie work: the person who tells it, and the one who believes it.

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

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.

God doesn't give people burdens they can't handle.

Life was all about being in a certain place, at a certain time.