If you want to remain at liberty, I suggest you not antagonize your defenders.

She now knew her death was inevitable, and with that acceptance came liberation. The courage of the condemned.

Only the forgotten are truly dead.

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.

The dead do not hurt you; only the living do.

Motherhood didn't make you stronger; it made you vulnerable and afraid of what death could steal from you.

When you're a fifty-year-old woman, no one really bothers to look at you anymore, much less value your opinion. It's hard on the old ego. But damn, it does make it easy to get away with a lot.