She was the only creature in the world who would really care if something happened to me, even if it was only because I was the bringer of kibble.

[W]hen Ben was kissing me, the whole world retreated. I felt things I'd never felt before, in places I never knew were connected. But I was pretty sure that whatever was buzzing against my thigh was not normal. For one thing, it was ringing. Ben dragged his mouth away from mine and mumbled a curse that was a little shocking and kind of hot. "Ignore it," he said. That was easy for him to say when his cell phone was rounding third base. If anyone got a home run tonight, I didn't want it to be Verizon Wireless.

You're not hurt, are you?" "Only my delicate sensibilities.

I was the designated grown up in a family that operated in different reality than the rest of the world.

Good writing is good writing. In many ways, it’s the audience and their expectations that define a genre. A reader of literary fiction expects the writing to illuminate the human condition, some aspect of our world and our role in it. A reader of genre fiction likes that, too, as long as it doesn’t get in the way of the story.

Faith isn't absence of doubt. It's belief without proof, not without question.

My major vice is sarcasm with a side of caffeine addiction.