Suddenly, I don't want to be this person anymore. I don't want to pretend I'm fooling the world when I'm not. I want someone else to have a plan for me, because I'm not doing a very good job myself.

there's something nice about knowing that i'm not the only one who doesn't quite fit the part.

The desperate usually succeed because they have nothing to lose.

I will say overwhelmingly what means so much more to me than the opinion of one reviewer are the letters I get from fans who tell me how a particular book has changed their life.

I wondered how long it took for a baby to become yours, for familiarity to set in. Maybe as long as it took a new car to lose that scent, or a brand-new house to gather dust. Maybe that was the process more commonly described as bonding: the act of learning your child as well as you know yourself.

Is Fate getting what you deserve, or deserving what you get?

Whether or not you believe in Fate comes down to one thing: who do you blame when something goes wrong.