Being a good mother, it seemed to me, meant you ran the risk of losing your child.

The answer is that there is no good answer. So as parents, as doctors, as judges, and as a society, we fumble through and make decisions that allow us to sleep at night--because morals are more important than ethics, and love is more important than law.

In Poland, for a while, my books all had cartoons on the cover. I trust my publishers in each country to know what works in their individual markets.

It's certainly my honor to be able to, hopefully, change the world a tiny bit, one mind at a time.

I think this is every mother's worst nightmare - something dreadful happening to her child.

I think you can love a person too much. You put someone up on a pedestal, and all of a sudden, from that perspective, you notice what's wrong - a hair out of place, a run in a stocking, a broken bone. You spend all your time and energy making it right, and all the while, you are falling apart yourself. You don't even realize what you look like, how far you've deteriorated, because you only have eyes for someone else.

The problem isn’t with rock lyrics, it’s with the fabric of this society itself.