I've learned over the years that sometimes if you ask the same question more than once you get different responses.

It’s lucky no one else knows what our most secret thoughts are. We’d all be seen for the cunning, self-aggrandizing fools we are.

There is no end of things in the heart. ...she understood it to mean that if you took something to heart, really brought it inside those red velvet folds, then it would always be there for you. No matter what happened, it would be there waiting. She said this could mean a person, a place, a dream. A mission. Anything sacred. She told me that it is all connected in those secret folds. Always. It is all part of the same and will always be there, carrying the same beat as your heart.

I don't think anyone will believe me, but I've never been pressured by a publisher to churn out a book.

It's only a wonderful world if you can make it that way. There are no street signs pointing to Paradise Road.

There is a means to every end. A root to any cause. Sometimes the root is more evil than any cause, though it's the cause that is usually most vilified.

I feel I'm functioning at some level as a journalist because even though I write fiction, I'm trying to get the world accurate.