If you've lived through it, you already know there are no words that will ever come close to describing it, and if you didn't - you will never understand.

Things had a way of working out for the best when you let them run their course.

And the very act of living is a tide; at first it seems to make no difference at all, and then one day you look down and see how much pain has eroded

Love [is] supposed to move mountains, to make the world go round, to be all you need, but it [falls] apart at the deatils. It [can't] save a single person.

I think the 'New York Times' reviews overall tend to overlook popular fiction, whether you're a man, woman, white, black, purple or pink. I think there are a lot of readers who would like to see reviews that belong in the range of commercial fiction rather than making the blanket assumption that all commercial fiction is unworthy.

I'm the kind of person you want to kill. I had an incredibly happy childhood. I married a terrific guy when I was 23. I have great, well-adjusted kids. Sometimes my husband and I look at each other and do a little jig in the kitchen. This is the best life.

Many people have a novel inside them, but most don't bother to get it out.