He was afraid that the secrets she'd kept would always be here, inside him, an ugly malignant thing lodged near enough to his heart to upset its rhythm, and though it could be removed, cut out, there would always be scars; bits and pieces of it would remain in his blood, making it wrong somehow, so that if he accidentally sliced his skin open, his blood would--for one heartbeat--flow as black as India ink before it remembered that it should be red.

The hallmark of my books is the relationships that define women's lives.

Thoughts - even fears - were airy things, formless until you made them solid with your voice and once given that weight, they could crush you.

Of course you can fall in love. You just have to let yourself. They don't call it falling for nothing. -Kate

Sometimes you simply made the wrong choice and you had to live with it. You could only change the future.

There are always times in life that you don't fit in. But you have to go forward and make a place for yourself. That's what growing up is all about. Being strong and believing in yourself-even when you're most afraid.

She'd been criticized for holding the reins of parenthood too tightly, of controlling her children too completely, but she didn't know how to let go. From the moment she'd first decided to become a mother, it had been an epic battle.