What could it be like to find out, in a matter of minutes, that the person you believed the sun rose and set on was not the person you'd thought?

If history has a habit of repeating itself, doesn't someone have to stay behind to shout out a warning?

I think many of my books, including "Handle with Care," including "My Sister's Keeper" circle back to how far are we willing to go for the people we love? I think love changes the way we think. It's the thing that takes you out of what your normal set of beliefs would be.

You can widen the feet of a compass, but they are still attached at the top; you can spin them away from each other, but you always wind up where you started.

On the surface, we're polar opposites. Under the skin, though, we're the same: people think they know what they're getting, and they're always wrong.

Isn’t that what true romance is supposed to be about? Finding the person who’s your soul mate. Someone you dream about at night.Someone whose name is on your lips when you wake up in the morning.

Anger, though, is too fierce a flame to last for long, and when it burned out, I was left numb and wondering.