What makes you walk past thirty-thousand people without a second glance, and then you look at the thirty-thousandth-and-first person and know you'll never take your eyes off her again?

I am an activist. I have a really big pulpit with my fiction and I love knowing that I can make people think.

Can you hate someone for what they have done, but still love them for whom they had been?

When you are attracted to people, it's because of the details. Their kindness. Their eyes. The fact that they can get you to laugh when you need it the most.

That's what love is. It's some power greater than you and me, that draws us to one special person

I felt a splinter of guilt wedge into my heart. Charlotte had hurt me; in return, I'd hurt Rob. Maybe that's what we do to the people we love: take shots in the dark and realize too late we've wounded the people we're trying to protect.

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