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

I once heard someone on a bus say that this guy had gotten under her skin. And it struck me as a remarkable thought - that someone would affect you so deeply they'd always be a part of you.

If I have gained anything over these months, it is the knowledge there is no starting over- only living with the mistakes you've made.

You can make it dark, but I can't make it light.

By definition, love made you better than good enough; it redefined perfection to include your traits, instead of excluding them.

If there's something as good as [him] in my life, I'm going to pay for it.

Why do some memories bleed out of nowhere and others stay locked behind doors?