because the past was always around her and might return at any time. It prowled the world searching for her, and she knew it was growing angrier at every passing day.

By making the place and the people and the feelings real, by the time someone closes the cover of one of my books, they have, hopefully, felt all of the emotions of life.

Sometimes there would be someone else out there, someone she didn't know, but when they saw each other each would nod, as if making a secret pact. No question, no small talk..agreed

Proximity bred familiarity, and familiarity bred comfort.

Loving someone and having them love you back is the most precious thing in the world. It's what made it possible for me to go on, but you don't seem to realize that. Even when love is right there in front of you, you choose to turn away from it. You're alone because you want to be.

I don't write romance novels.

I wouldn't go that far. But I know my way around the kitchen. I make dinner every night.