Good fiction creates its own reality.

And yet, anything real, anything strong, was never easy. She'd been taught from an early age that the things that mattered most were the hardest to obtain.

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

Luck is luck ... What we do with it determines whether it's good or bad.

What did she say?" Eve asked when they got into the car. "Here's love, she said, to hold until next we meet and I give you more.

Wouldn't it be nice if everything balanced in the world? If right came out on top and wrong was punished. It sure would be simple.

Didn't people consider what could happen if armies of farm animals united in revolt?