the mark we've left on each other is the color and shape of love. That's the unfinished business between us. because love, love is never finished.

When the remembering was done, the forgetting could begin.

It's hard to say when my interest in writing began, or how. My mother read to my sister and me every night, and we always loved playing make-believe games. I had a well-primed imagination. I didn't start thinking about writing as a serious pursuit, a career I could have, until after college.

Try a little tenderness.

I don't like to do too much psychological research because it might turn a character into a patchwork.

My first job is to write the characters as full and authentic people as well as I can.

I get a message from my dad. In the mood I'm in, I tear up to see his name in my inbox, and imagine him down the hall in bed, propped on pillows, emailing me. "Hon,Enjoyed our gelato date the other night. I just want to say I'm proud of you for a lot of reasons. Also, I've attached a picture of my foot."He's such a weirdo goofball. I love him.