I write about what interests me. It's very dangerous when you try to satisfy an audience.

Real love is always chaotic. You lose control; you lose perspective. You lose the ability to protect yourself. The greater the love, the greater the chaos. It’s a given and that’s the secret.

My memory loves you… it asks about you all the time.

Most men think they are good drivers. Most women think they are good in bed. They aren't.

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

There are people we meet in life who miss being important to us by inches, days, or heartbeats. Another place or time or a different emotional frame of mind and we would willingly fall into their arms; gladly take up their challenge or invitation. But as it is, we encounter them when we are discontent or content and they are not. Whatever they are, we are not and vice versa. Two trains going in different directions that pass for a few powerful moments at full speed, blasting noise and wind but then they are gone. Whatever serious chemistry might have been possible if, isn’t.

I don't like to have to pan for gold when I read.