His father was self-made, but his mother was constructed by others, and such edifices are notoriously fragile.

In Paradise there are no stories, because there are no journeys.

Stupidity is the same as evil if you judge by the results.

Writing is very improvisational. It's like trying to fix a broken sewing machine with safety pins and rubber bands. A lot of tinkering.

When we're young, we like happy endings. When we're a little older, we think happy endings are unrealistic and so we prefer bad but credible endings. When we're older still, we realize happy endings aren't so bad after all.

I was sand, I was snow—written on, rewritten, smoothed over.

Reading ... changes you. You aren't the same person after you've read a particular book as you were before, and you will read the next book, unless both are Harlequin Romances, in a slightly different way.