It was like when you're a little kid and you run into your teacher or librarian at the grocery store or Wal-mart and it's just so startling, because it never occurred to you they existed outside of school.

If what you're asking is how I debated whether or not to love her the answer is I didn't. Not at all. It just happened. I didn't ever question it; by the time I realized what was happening, it was already done.

I always thought I was different.

I don't talk about my books while I'm writing them: not even my husband knows what a novel's about until it's done.

You can't act like you care about someone but not let them care about you.

I mean, it's not surprising, really. Once you love something, you always love it in some way. You have to. It's, like, part of you for good.

There comes a time in every life when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your heart.