Once you'd broken through that invisible barrier that separates one person from another, you were connected forever, whether you liked it or not.

It felt good, the whole family together on a sunny morning in a wholesome environment. If it hadn't been for the warshiping God part, he would have happily attended church on a regular basis.

He made me think of all the books I hadn't read, and all the ones I'd read but hadn't fully understood.

I did a lot of reading of the Bible and became fascinated with the idea of the Rapture. It's pretty wild. I hadn't heard of it until I was in college.

The lesson you have to learn as novelist is how to be collaborative, and how to say, "I don't get to dictate this."

Maybe that's what we look for in the people we love, the spark of unhappiness we think we know how to extinguish.

I don't really distinguish between sympathy and honesty when I'm writing. The two go together - I'm interested in inhabiting my characters, seeing the world through their eyes.