Because it is so hard, in any life, to believe in what you can’t fully understand.

I think having a good agent is key. I've been with mine for ten years now, and she's very honest with me. There are a lot of times I've sent her books that were not so good because I was tired of writing, or panicked about money, and she's told me flat out, "You don't want this to be your next book. Trust me."

I write thank-you notes the minute I throw the wrapping paper away.

Even if you couldn't see it beneath the surface, molecules were bonding, energy pushing up slowly, as something worked do hare, all alone to grow.

You get what you give, but also what you're willing to take.

Life is full of screwups. You're supposed to fail sometimes. It's a required part of the human existance.

I knew I had to keep him to myself, as I'd slowly begun to keep everything. We had secrets now, truths and half-truths, that kept her always at arm's length, behind a closed door, miles away.