...bleak territory of the heart.

Twin threads ran through her: fear and excitement.

It's funny how things seem different, suddenly.

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.

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.

You missed a lot of heartache, sure. But David, you missed a lot of joy.

This was her life. Not the life she had once dreamed of, not a life her younger self would ever have imagined or desired, but the life she was living, with all its complexities. This was her life, built with care and attention, and it was good.