I try hard and aim big. People can hate or love my books but they can never accuse me of not trying.

The best word shakers were the ones who understood the true power of words. They were the ones who could climb the highest.

She looks at the swings, and I can see she’s imagining what they’d look like if the kids weren’t there. The guilt of this holds her down momentarily. It appears to be there constantly. Never far away, despite her love for them. I realize that nothing belongs to her anymore and she belongs to everything.

It's not a big thing, but I guess it's true--big things are often just small things that are noticed.

The bombs were coming-and so was I.

The point is, it didn’t really matter what the book was about. It was what it meant that was important.

You’re a human, you should understand self-obsession.