Sometimes we don't know we're dreaming; we can't even fathom that we're asleep.

Rest easy, real mothers. The very fact that you worry about being a good mom means that you already are one.

I think there are two different oceans - the one that plays with you in the summer, and the one that gets so mad in the winter.

You can't hate someone until you know what it might be like to love them.

Tutoring a four year old to get into an exclusive preschool made as much sense as hiring a swim coach for a guppy.

I had the heart of the relationship, and no body to grow it in... It broke.

All writers start with a layer of truth, don't they? If not, their stories would be nothing but spools of cotton candy, a fleeting taste wrapped around nothing but air.