The hard thing about death is that nothing ever changes. The hard thing about life is that nothing stays the same.

It is a truth of human nature that we can ponder life's mysteries for only so long before we lose interest and move on to something else.

Emotion doesn't travel in a straight line. Like water, our feelings trickle down through cracks and crevices, seeking out the little pockets of neediness and neglect, the hairline fractures in our character usually hidden from public view.

Grief is as contagious as a yawn.

My second husband and I were going through a bitter divorce, and I didn't have the money for a fancy-pants attorney. I didn't know how to fight, so I'd lie awake at night and think of ways to kill him. But I knew I'd get caught, so I decided to put it in a book and get paid for it! I always think it's odd that a whole career came out of that homicidal impulse.

He might be a man without character, but she was a woman without courage. Of the two, which was worse?

You write one book and you're ready for fame and fortune. I don't know that people are spending the time and attention on learning how to write-which takes years. Everybody sees the success stories.