I like the idea of something greater than us. We destroy things with our curiosity. We shatter with our best intentions. We are no closer to perfection than we were one hundred years ago, or five hundred.

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.

Vaughn is talking about the heat, and his voice is so excited that it breaks into whispers at times. He loves his madness the way a bird loves the sky.

Gabriel's voice can reach me anywhere. Even in a hurricane.

I think he's beginning to understand, and understanding is a horrible thing.

She would do anything, anything to belong to his son after a lifetime of belonging to no one at all.

The sullen boy sitting before me is not my husband, and the girl he is fretting over isn't me, will never be me.