Imagine a world that seemed so much bigger than you. Imagine waking up one morning and finding a piece of yourself you didn't even know existed.

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

The damage was permanent; there would always be scars. But even the angriest scars faded over time until it was difficult to see them written on the skin at all, and the only thing that remained was the memory of how painful it had been.

May be you had to come close to losing something before you could remember its value.

I don't have to live the lives of my characters to write about them. It's about really putting yourself in their shoes.

How could you beat an enemy you couldn't see?

I can see myself now, she said. And I can see what I want to be, ten years from now. But I don't understand how I'm going to get from here to there.