Krakow is one of my favorite places on earth. It is a medieval city full of young people. A wonderful, striking combination.

I feel like a cliche.

There's almost always a point in a book where something happens that triggers the rest of the plot.

Salzburg... is a mountain town with a rushing river running right through the center, everything in the rain various shades of green and brown.

Lying is too much trouble. You have to make sure to taste each word before letting it off your tongue. I hate that. It's hard enough making people understand without lying.

One of the saddest realities is that we never know when our lives are at their peak. Only after it is over and we have some kind of perspective do we realize how good we had it a day, a month, five years ago.

I had always liked blind dates. If nothing else, it was an interesting way of discovering what people thought of you.