Some people can't see the color red. That doesn't mean it isn't there.

The character of Rosie is based on a woman who used to live in the same apartment building I lived in many years ago. She's taken on a life of her own, of course.

Age plays cruel tricks on the human face; all our repressed feelings become visible on the surface, where they harden like a mask.

Having reached the halfway mark in the alphabet, my prime focus is on writing each new book as well as I can.

People talk about dysfunctional families; I've never seen any other kind.

Who knows what part we play in other people's dreams?

Everything happens for a reason, but that doesn't mean there's a point.