There's a lot of things you can't see if you aren't' looking.

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.

The weapons an author has at her disposal are flawed. There are words that feel shapeless and overused. Love, for example. I could write the word love a thousand times and it would mean a thousand different things to different readers.

This is what I like about photographs. They're proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.

If you've lived through it, you already know there are no words that will ever come close to describing it, and if you didn't - you will never understand.

I once heard someone on a bus say that this guy had gotten under her skin. And it struck me as a remarkable thought - that someone would affect you so deeply they'd always be a part of you.

Can you hate someone for what they have done, but still love them for whom they had been?