People who've had happy childhoods are wonderful, but they're bland... An unhappy childhood compels you to use your imagination to create a world in which you can be happy. Use your old grief. That's the gift you're given.

The critical lessons in life hold sway whether you like it or not.

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

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

Lucky is the spouse who dies first, who never has to know what survivors endure.

Personally, I don't endorse the notion of mortality. It's fine for other folk, but I disapprove of the concept for me and my loved ones.

To many women mistake a man's hostility for wit and his silence for depth.