Susannah." My dance partner's breath was soft against my cheek. "Susannah...." Yeah. In my dreams. In real life, the voice calling my name wasn't a bit masculine. That's because it belonged to a twelve-year-old boy.

I don't have kids, but in many ways I feel I've had them already. I don't want to say I raised my brothers - that sounds too strong - but actually I do feel like that a bit.

I didn’t know what I was supposed to say about that, so I just said, "Wow

Write the kind of story you would like to read. People will give you all sorts of advice about writing, but if you are not writing something you like, no one else will like it either.

Maybe you just saw what you wanted to see. Or maybe you justfelt what you wanted to feel.

And generally, when people say good night, they keep their tongues to themselves.

When I was a kid, I had a couple of really good friends, like some really good best friends, but I was really shy other than that.