I started writing when I had three kids under the age of 4. I used to write every ten minutes I got to sit in front of a computer. Now, when I have more time, I function the same way: if it's writing time, I write.

I know better than most people that a criminal isn't always a thug in a black leather jacket with a big brand on his forehead to warn us away. Criminals sit next to us on the bus. They pack our groceries and cash our paychecks for us and teach our children. They look no different from you or me. And that's why they get away with it.

You can miss a person you've never known.

A sacrament--like marriage--means living a life better than your natural instincts, so that you're modeling God. And God never gives up.

If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?

There is a fine line between seeing something that's lost as missing, and seeing it as something that might be found.

How many times would I throw this away before I realized it was what I had been looking for all along?