Love comes in far more shapes and sizes than what the family-values crowd condones, of course.

Fiction writing is a strange business when you think about it. You sit down and weave a network of lies to explore deeper truths.

Dialogue comes naturally to me and I can hear the characters' voices in the scenes.

I love the most the students with troubled lives.

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 thought about how love was always the thing that did that - smashed into you, left you raw. The deeper you loved, the deeper it hurt.

Take what people give you. Drink their milkshakes.