For feel-good fiction to work, there has to be an element of darkness.

I am prone to despair. We are all born with a particular personality. I get afraid and then I don't want to leave the house.

Love is blind, there was no doubt about it. In Tara's case it was also deaf, dumb, dyslexic, had a bad hip and the beginnings of Alzheimer's

I've always been melancholic. At a party, everyone would be looking at the glittering chandeliers and I'd be looking at the waitress's cracked shoes.

How to make God laugh? Tell Him your plans.

He seemed wild and dangerous and carefree--well, he would, would'nt he? What were motorcycles and black leather pants if not the uniform of a wild, dangerous and carefree man?

When God closes one door, He slams another in your face