But what are our stories if not the mirrors we hold up to our fears?

Love is like breathing, you take it in and let it out.

Its the most breathtakingly ironic things about living: the fact that we are all-identical twins included-alone. Singular. And yet what we seek-what saves us-is our connection to others.

I love revising. If you demystify the process, it comes down to four strategies: what can I do to make the draft better; what should I cut out to make it stronger; what do I need to do to clarify it; and finally, what should I reposition.

If the book is true, it will find an audience that is meant to read it.

I write to find out what the story means to me, that is what I try to do especially with the first draft.

But I think this: that whatever prices I've paid, whatever sorrows I shoulder, well, I have blessings, too. Not just my family now, but the others-the ones who have died...They're with me still. They're here...