Trying to justify a world we don't hold all the answers to is what bedevils the best of us. Sometimes it's better just to accept that things are as we see them.

I am one of those authors who believes (perhaps foolishly) that she is in complete control of the story.

I know that sounds ineffective and daunting, but it [throw hundreds of pages away] is actually my favorite part of the writing process.

The material world is simply an expression of the mind; that's what so many fail to see. We're so dependent on what is before us that we discount our intuition. Yet if one dismisses instinct, how can one understand or believe in a world that exists beyond one's sight?

I love the idea of ordinary women making extraordinary sacrifices.

The answers are what they are. Just because you don't like them doesn't mean they aren't true.

In the end, there's only one thing you can believe. Bodies are honest; they don't lie.