In a way, “failure” is just another word for “the journey,” for not being there yet but on the way. It’s the road we walk on to get wherever it is we’re trying to go.

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

the past only had whatever power you gave it; life was what you made it and if you wanted something different from what you had, it was up to you to make it happen.

I'm not really a plot writer - I'm more interested in the characters and sort of small events that propel the story forward.

We'd need a miracle," he says. "A real one. Do you think those happen anymore?

Sometimes you want to hear your own mother's voice.

I was a 'learn by doing' writer - I never took any formal writing classes. So it took a long time to figure things out and find my voice.