I write adult fiction, but a good 40 to 50 per cent of my readers are teenagers. I love that if they have to grow up and move past JK Rowling they can move to me. From Jo to Jodi!

Sometimes it made her want to put her fist through glass; other times, it made her cry a river.

She understood what it was like to stand right in front of people you loved, even though they could not see you.

A woman isn't all that different from a bonfire. A fire's a beautiful thing, right? Something you can't take your eyes off, when it's burning. If you can keep it contained, it'll throw light and heat for you. It's only when it gets out of control that you have to go on the offensive.

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

You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.

Was there a language of loss? Did everyone who suffered speak a different dialect?