I don't think you can write - at least not well - if you don't love stories, love the written word.

Plus it's just embarrassing when someone - oops.' She pressed a hand to her side, and had the blood draining out of Harper's face. 'What? What?' 'Nothing. baby's moving around. Sometimes it gives me a jolt is all.' 'You should stand up. You should sit down.

I've found out that falling in love doesn't have anything to do with time. It can take a year or an instant. It happens when it's ready to happen.

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

We're all victims of what life deals out. It's how we handle it that's important.

Into the night, in the dark, he lay beside her, listening to her breathe. He knew the varied and sundry reasons a man would kill. But none were more fierce, none were more vital than to hold safe what he loved.

Give them your brains, girl, never your guts.