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.

This was how I was dealing with everyone and everything lately, taking the good when it came, and the bad the same way, knowing each would pass in its own time.

It's only advice. Ignore it if you want.

You just walk over there and into the office and say, 'Hey, be my prom date,'" he said. "It's that simple.

There are some things in this world you rely on, like a sure bet. And when they let you down, shifting from where you've carefully placed them, it shakes your faith, right where you stand.

You want me to give her a key?" the guy asked. "I want you to give her a possibility," she told him, looking at my necklace again. "And that's what a key represents. An open door, a chance. You know?

As if he was beating me to the punch, his words living forever, while I was left speechless, no rebuttal, no words left to say.