The bigger the hole inside you, the more desperate you became to fill it.

If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?

The act of writing... is the act of trying to understand why my opinion is what it is. And ultimately, I think that's the same experience the reader has when they pick up one of my books.

I thought lightning wasn't supposed to strike in the same place twice....sure it does...but only if you're too dumb to move.

And I remembered something else that makes us human: faith, the only weapon in our arsenal to battle doubt.

I feel I'm able to get rid of any demons lurking in my psyche through my writing, which leaves me free to create all of this and to enjoy our family life, stepping away from all the fictional traumas and the dramas. If I write about family in crisis, then I won't have to live through it, I guess.

I wonder if you've got a minute." I have many minutes, all of them used toward a common purpose.