Happy endings always made her cry. It was the relief.

She didn’t understand a damned thing about life except that it was arbitrary and cruel, and some people got away with murder while others made one tiny, careless mistake and paid a terrible price.

Google is my best friend and my worst enemy. It's fabulous for research, but then it becomes addictive. I'll have a character eating an orange, and next thing I'm Googling types of oranges, I'm visiting chat rooms about oranges, I'm learning the history of the orange.

I see lots of differences between Australians and Americans - but as mothers, I think were pretty much alike!

She longed to feel something momentous. Sometimes her life seemed so little.

Nobody ever told you that being a mother is all about making what seemed like thousands of tiny decisions.

They would think she was savoring the taste (blueberries, cinnamon, cream-excellent), but she was actually savoring the whole morning, trying to catch it, pin it down, keep it safe before all those precious moments became yet another memory.