People waste their happiness - that's what makes me sad. Everyone's so scared to be happy.

A woman who surrenders her freedom need not surrender her dignity.

The point is this: that the stream of memory may lead you to the river of understanding. And understanding, in turn, may be a tributary to the river of forgiveness.

I cried because I had no shoes. Then I met a man who had no feet.

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.

I try to stick with what moves me or teaches me about myself, same thing I hope the novels do for others.

I work hard, do my best and send it out to the world hoping that people can relate to it. I accept any reaction and hope they think it is worth reading.