I played the clarinet, and my sister played the violin... If wed had the discipline and the passion, maybe we could have been good.

Because love, love is never finished. It circles and circles, the memories out of order and not always complete.

Some people come into your life and leave a mark.

And he left. I watched him walk out – he didn’t say good-bye, he didn’t even look back. It scared me, how easy it was for him to do that.

The kind of life I want is to be a person who would get a personal note every day.

My books have been translated into various languages and sold in other countries, but I never have any contact with the foreign publishers and am so disconnected from that process that it seems almost imaginary. With 'How to Save a Life', I worked closely with Usborne editors and have been involved in the publicity.

When the remembering was done, the forgetting could begin.