We never thought some guy would deliberately fill our hearts with brown sugar and then pour hot water all over it.

I been saying it for years: church is full of sneaky men posing as honest souls, and they are perpetuators our here looking for women just like you, with giant holes in your hearts, and they can smell when you got a good job and when you lonely as hell.

don't sabotage your own greatness by succumbing to failure!

I let my characters do the talking, simple as that.

Don't worry about how pretty (the story) sounds, how lilting it is, and the imagery, and the metaphor, all that. Most readers don't care. It's the people in your book that matter.

I'm the only one who can stop me.. I'm the one who's been sitting at the stoplight all these years, waiting for the light to turn green.

I take what people feel and think, especially when it's different from, very seriously, and I find it liberating.