Love is selfless, it is a weakness, a giving in, a constant falling.

A good novel doesn't just transcend the boundaries of its target market - it knows nothing about target markets.

She let him go once. Every day demands that she release him over and over again.

Women are constantly underestimated in our power, our reach, our collective pull.

When a colleague of mine had a notable New York Times book, I said, turn one of the chapters in the collection into a pitch for a novel and sell it to your publisher.

If you look at the world one way, it takes from you - it's a thief of time, energy, creative mojo. But if you look at the world another way, it gives you an endless supply of motivation.

And I know I'm supposed to feel guilty for wanting people to buy my books... and books in general? Novels and poetry, they belong to the realm of art. How dirty of us to try to hawk art! But, after a decade of hand-wringing and apologies, I can't quite muster the guilt anymore.