Isn't it funny how the people least impacted by tragedy are the most eager to move on?

Today something interesting happened. I died.

There have been plenty of chances to close my eyes and go back to the sleep of my life as it was, but I hadn't taken any of them. Do I wish now that I had? It's hard to answer that question, as the wraiths move closer.

The worst violence we can do to each other often is psychological, especially in families. I dwell a lot on domestic danger. Thats the backdrop of most of my novels - what kind of damage is done without ever lifting a finger.

You can cut the ties that bind but not without losing a part of yourself. You can walk away and hide from the people who made you, but you'll always hear them calling your name.

Everyone always talks about how well mothers know their children. No one ever seems to notice how well children know their mothers.

You [meaning mothers] said good-bye a little every day -- from the minute they left your body until they left your home.