My mother is the best storyteller. And her mother was too.

Do I mind being called a chick-lit writer? Well, it's not the worst thing that could happen.

I think denial's fascinating. It's a jokey word, but it really happens, and sometimes in enormous ways.

I never wear flats. My shoes are so high that sometimes when I step out of them, people look around in confusion and ask, "Where'd she go?" and I have to say, "I'm down here.

God! I hated this business of being grown-up. I hated having to make decisions where I didn't know what was behind the door. I wanted a world where heroes and villains were clearly labeled. Where ominous music comes on-screen so you can't possibly mistake him. Where someone asks you to choose between playing with the beautiful princess in the fragrant garden and being eaten by the hideous monster in the foul-smelling pit. Not exactly a difficult one, now is it? Not something that you would agonize over, or that would make you lose a night's sleep?

Love and kindness go hand in hand.

I'm quite introverted but I'm not shy.