I have never fit into this town, this marriage, this skin. I am the child who was picked last to play tag; I am the girl who laughed although she did not get the joke; I am the piecemeal part of you that you pretend doesn't exist, except it is all I am, all the time.

Then Henry speaks again. "Did he do it?" I turn to him slowly. "Does it matter?

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.

You can fool yourself, you know. You'd think it's impossible, but it turns out it's the easiest thing of all.

I think that's probably the most devastating thing - when someone who is larger than life winds up a shadow of themselves in a hospital bed.

Just because you had every right to feel sorry for yourself didn't mean you ever took the opportunity to do so.

Writing is grunt work - you need to have self-motivation, perseverance, and faith... talent is the smallest part of it.