Once she'd been a victim- helpless, used, and broken. Now, she was a warrior.

I'm a barrel of monkeys, kid, though mostly I figure monkeys stuck in a barrel are just going to be pissed off.

Did they know - the young and fearless - what a miraculous thing it was to have all of anyone?

Life is like a moustache. It can be wonderful or terrible. But it always tickles.

I fear feeling my heart break a second time, because I'm not sure I could survive it. I'd rather live alone than risk the pain.

You don't find time to write. You make time. It's my job.

I generally write a first draft that's pretty lean. Just get the story down.