Cure" is one of the most precious words in the English language. It's a short word. A clean and simple word. But it isn't so easy a thing as it sounds. There are questions like: How will this affect us in ten years? In twenty? What will it do to our children? Our children's children?

No matter how lonely it makes me, and no matter how wide and horrific the loneliness, at least I remember who I am.

Sometimes we don't know how afraid we are until we've reached a strange door and we don't know what will be on the other side.

Ah, love. That’s what the world has lost. There’s no more love, only the illusion of it.

Times like this, when she slips her hand into mine and holds on tight, and our husband becomes just a shadow in the doorway.

When I was 11 or 12, I was really bored with everything on my summer reading list. It was all happy, middle-grade kinds of books. I was getting frustrated, because I liked to read. My mother went to the library and got me a copy of 'The Other Side of Midnight' by Sidney Sheldon. It was my first adult book.

It was my fifth grade teacher who introduced the idea that writing could be more than a hobby for me.