She saw herself moving through another life, an exotic, difficult, satisfying life.

She saw herself moving through another life, an exotic, difficult, satisfying life.

Its impossible to control the reception of your work - the only thing you can control is the experience of writing itself, and the work you create.

After Memory Keepers Daughter, it took me a few months to shut out the world. I really had to turn off the Internet and sort of cloister myself away from the world again and sink into that psychic space to write again.

He wished he had some kind of X-ray vision for the human heart.

Away from the bright motion of the party, she carried her sadness like a dark stone clenched in her palm.

He'd kept this silence because his own secrets were darker, more hidden, and because he believed that his secrets had created hers.