the process of a book's coming to life is not fully complete until your imagination meets mine on the page. The words evoke pictures and something altogether new is created, something different from the limits of my own skills and imagination. Something that is a marriage between your heart, mind, and body - and mine.

Maybe people are more like the earth than we know. Maybe they have fault lines that sooner or later are going to split open under pressure.

Forget love. Try good manners.

Sometimes lost treasures can be reclaimed.

Sadness can find you anywhere, anytime, so you better have fun when you can.

A scent that disturbs me and delights me. It smells like ripe pears, vetiver, a bit of violet and something else- something spicy almost biting and exotic.

Good enough is good enough. Perfect will make you a big fat mess every time.