She understood what it was like to stand right in front of people you loved, even though they could not see you.

I realize how quickly lies compound. They cover like a coat of paint, one on top of the other, until you cannot remember what color you started with.

My friends say I have two speeds: fast and blistering.

Maybe mothers - consciously or subconsciously - repelled their daughters in different ways.

You need to learn to write on demand, and to get critiqued without flinching. When someone can rip your work to shreds without it feeling as though your arm has been hacked off, you're ready to send your novel off to an agent.

The question I hate the most is "How did you DO it - write novels and raise your children simultaneously!" I mean, do MALE authors get asked that??

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