But she had felt since childhod that her life would n ot be ordinary. A moment would come- she would know it when she saw it- and everything would change.

It wasn't right. He knew that, but it was like falling: once you started you couldn't stop until something stopped you.

Writing is always a process of discovery—I never know the end, or even the events on the next page, until they happen. There’s a constant interplay between the imagining and shaping of the story.

Then she had been a fiancee, a young wife, and a mother, and she had discovered that these words were far too small ever to contain the experience.

They turned a distracted gaze on the world, wide-eyed, somehow, and questioning.

She had died at age twelve, and by now she was nothing but the memory of love-- nothing, now, but bones.

Photography is all about secrets... The secrets we all have and will never tell.