She had loved him. He knew this; he had never doubted it. But she had also asked him to kill her. If you love someone that much, you did not lay that sort of burden on him for the rest of his life.

When I think about writers who use fiction as social commentary and to raise social awareness but who are also very popular, I think of Dickens.

Things that look impossible suddenly seem a lot better, once you get God on board.

But there's an enormous difference between an audience that's watching you because they can't wait to see what comes next and an audience that's watching you because they're waiting for you to fail.

Bleeding heart, he’d called her. Well. He should know. He’d been the first to rip it to pieces.

Once you had put the pieces back together, even though you may look intact, you were never quite the same as you'd been before the fall.

Sometimes, when you don't ask questions, it's not because you are afraid that someone will lie to your face. It's because you're afraid they'll tell you the truth.