Ha! Kids! You have no idea what you put your parents through, either. Wait till you have your own, you'll see. That's when you'll know what it really feels like." .. "What what feels like?"..."Love," said Angela.

The Christmas tree, twinkling with lights, had a mountain of gifts piled up beneath it, like offerings to the great god of excess.

The most dangerous enemy in the world is the one you do not recognize.

My childhood was spent in my local library in a San Diego suburb. It's where I became a writer - by 1st becoming a reader!

I devote most of my day to writing, and try to turn out at least four pages a day. As for what triggers the creative process, it's a mystery to me! Characters often just walk on the page and I wait to see what they do and say while I'm writing them.

Death does not discriminate; whether saints or sinners, in the end, all are equal.

Where we go depends on what we know, and what we know depends on where we go.