We create our own worlds. We destroy our own worlds. It is that simple.
I find it difficult to attend autopsies. Especially the smells.
I'm always surprised when large numbers of people buy my books.
On the last morning of Virginia's bloodiest year since the Civil War, I built a fire and sat facing a window of darkness where at sunrise I knew I would find the sea.
My friends call me Miss Worst Case Scenario.
I dropped chemistry. I practically blew up the lab in college.