I've always sort of wondered: If everyone else's opinion is what matters, then do you ever really have one of your own?

This is love, I think. A place where people who have been alone may lock together like hawks and spin in the air, dizzy with surprise at the connection. A place you go willingly, and with wonder

Reason number 106 why dogs are smarter than humans: once you leave the litter, you server contact with your mothers.

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

I knew what it was like to lose someone you loved. You didn't get past something like that, you got through it.

But that's what love is, isn't it? When it hurts you more to see someone suffer than it does to take the pain away?

Sometimes, when you don't ask questions, it's not because you are afraid that someone will lie to your face. It's because you're afraid they'll tell you the truth.