Expect nothing and life will be velvet.

You try as a parent. You love beyond reason. You fight beyond endurance. You hope beyond despair. You never think, until the very last moment, that it still might not be enough.

I loved ghost stories, creaky staircases, stormy nights. If it guaranteed nightmares I read it by flashlight, after midnight.

Mothers hold close, fathers let go. Maybe that’s the way of the world.

My mother would like me to start all interviews by stating that she and my father are perfectly normal. They are proud of me, and as perplexed as anyone by my novels.

Life may not be perfect, at least it offered moments that were perfect enough.

Mental illness is a disease and organic mental illness of young kids is becoming more and more of a disease... we do need to talk about it.