Human behavior in the midst of hardship caught my attention very early on, and my first stories were all pictures, no words.

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

Love grows from the rich foam of forgiveness, mongrels make good dogs, and the evidence of God exists in the roundness of things.

Love stories are probably all Ive ever been able to write or want to write.

When I was a kid, I was surrounded by girls: older sisters, older girl cousins just down the street... except for an older boy named Vito who threw rocks. Each year I would wish for a baby brother. It never happened.

Hardest thing: creating something out of nothing - the first draft is torturous.

Human behavior in the midst of hardship caught my attention very early on, and my first stories were all pictures, no words.