I'm weird. Everyone says so.

It was like trying to bail out an ocean of water with a teaspoon.

Energy can't be destroyed, only converted into something different. So when a person dies, where does that energy go?

It is so easy to presume that while your own world has ground to an absolute halt, so has everyone else's.

I close my eyes, thinking that there is nothing like an embrace after an absence, nothing like fitting my face into the curve of his shoulder and filling my lungs with the scent of him.

The apple . . . came before Adam and Eve in the story of creation. It had to have been there at least three years because that's how long it takes for a new tree to bear fruit.

I love getting fan mail. Often, as a writer, you never know what your readers think of a book... you get critical reviews and sales figures, but none of that is the same as knowing you've made a person stay up all night reading, or helped them have a good cry, or really touched their life.