I don't base any character on a real person, and really don't do composites either. I make them up.

In the summer of 80, Silhouette bought my first book.

Magic exists. Who can doubt it, when there are rainbows and wildflowers, the music of the wind and the silence of the stars? Anyone who has loved has been touched by magic. It is such a simple and such an extraordinary part of the lives we live.

I don't believe for one moment you can write well what you wouldn't read for pleasure.

You're the love of my life. I don't care how corny that sounds. You're the start of it, and the end of it. And you're the best of it.

It's an exceptional thing to have someone in your life who knows and understands you so well. Who loves who you are. A very exceptional thing.

What do you know about life? " Bitterness ached in her throat. " You were born with everything. You never had to struggle for a single thing you wanted, never had to worry if you'd be accepted or loved or wanted back." He stared at her, grateful for the moment that she couldn't see that he'd spent nearly half of his life worrying that she, the single thing he wanted, would accept him, love him, and want him back.