I love meeting my readers - so the more I can talk to at one event the better!

His hand is cool on my cheek as he paints a tear beneath my left eye, dark blue and swollen with sorrow.

How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?

When you're different, sometimes you don't see the millions of people who accept you for what you are. All you notice is the person who doesn't.

That’s what religion does. It points a finger. It causes wars. It breaks apart countries. It’s a petri dish for stereotypes to grow in. Religion’s not about being holy...Just holier-than-thous.

I wonder if the conversations you've never had with someone count, if you've been over them a thousand times in your mind.

Her mouth is always on the verge of a smile. It makes her look like there's always something amazing she needs to tell me, even when it's just hello.