People believed what they wanted to believe, no matter what was right in front of their eyes.

I'd like to say that this time I'd kill myself too..but I've never had that kind of courage.

Violence up close has a smell. Like copper blood and charcoal burning.

I have several writer friends, but I don't involve them in my work process. I'm more likely to talk about the business of publishing with them.

I learn from my own daughter that you don’t have to be awake to cry.

If I have gained anything over these months, it is the knowledge there is no starting over- only living with the mistakes you've made.

When you have been with your partner for so many years, they become the glove compartment map that you've worn dog-eared and white-creased, the trail you recogonize so well you could draw it by heart and for this very reason keep it with you on journeys at all times. And yet, when you least expect it, one day you open your eyes and there is an unfamiliar turnoff, a vantage point taht wasn't there before, and you have to stop and wonder if maybe this landmark isn't new at all, but rather something you have missed all along.