The act of writing... is the act of trying to understand why my opinion is what it is. And ultimately, I think that's the same experience the reader has when they pick up one of my books.

I haven't run out of ideas yet. Usually while I'm working on a book, I'm doing research for the next one!

Families were never what you wanted them to be. We all wanted what we couldn't have: the perfect child, the doting husband, the mother who wouldn't let go. We live in our grown-up dollhouses completely unaware that, at any moment, a hand might come in and change around everything we'd become accustomed to.

I used to believe everything my brother told me, because he was older and I figured he knew more about the world. But as it turns out, being a grown-up doesn’t mean you’re fearless. It just means you fear different things.

Princes don't come around everyday, and happy endings don't grow on trees

But then again, maybe bad things happen because it’s the only way we can keep remembering what good is supposed to look like.

I don't understand why it's a sin if you love something and want to keep it from having to suffer.