I've been waiting for someone to sign the permission slip for me to write about sex. In the meantime, I've written about sex in all my books anyway.

But it had no doubt sprung from true emotion, for all that parents ever wanted, really, was for you to love their child the way they did.

This post-college world felt different from everything that had come before it.

We are all here, on this earth for only one go around. And everyone thinks their purpose is to just find their passion. But perhaps our purpose is to find what other people need.

Books light the fire-whether it's a book that's already written, or an empty journal that needs to be filled in.

I always thought it was the saddest and most devastating ending. How you could have these enormous dreams that never get met. How without knowing it you could just make yourself smaller over time. I don't want that to happen to me.

The child who was happy with herself meant the parents had won the jackpot.