Parents aren’t the people you come from. They’re the people you want to be, when you grow up.

It takes two people to make a lie work: the person who tells it, and the one who believes it.

When you care more if someone else lives than you do about yourself- is that what [love is]?

A lie, as you probably know, has a taste all its own. Blocky and bitter and never quite right.

That’s what religion does. It points a finger. It causes wars. It breaks apart countries. It’s a petri dish for stereotypes to grow in. Religion’s not about being holy...Just holier-than-thous.

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.

I told myself that if I didn't care, this wouldn't have hurt so much - surely that proved I was alive and human and all those touchy-feely things, for once and for all. But that wasn't a relief, not when I felt like a skyscraper with dynamite on every floor.