Occupation: Author Birth: 1976
Had any poet adequately described the wretched ugliness of a loved one turned inside out with grief?.
But everyone's an expert with the virtue of hindsight . . . ..
His words had tossed the book that was her life into the air and the pages had been blown into disarray, could never be put back together to tell the….
While I wasn't certain how I felt about spiritualists, I was certain enough about the type of people who were drawn to them. Only people unhappy in t….
A girl expecting rescue never learns to save herself. Even with the means, she will find her courage wanting..
I write what I'd like to read and just hope that, along the way, others might like to read them, too..
There's a market for mysteries for adults. That feeling of opening a book and delving inside and not coming out until you've closed the book..
Only people unhappy in the present seek to know the future..
I'd pretty much given up hope of being published, so I just wrote the book I wanted to read..
I sound contemptuous, but I am not. I am interested--intrigued even--by the way time erases real lives, leaving only vague imprints. Blood and spirit….
Thinking of nothing. Trying to think of nothing. Thinking of everything..
Curiosity might have killed the cat, but little girls usually fared much better..
Wars make history seem deceptively simple. They provide clear turning points, easy distinctions.: before and after, winner and loser, right and wrong….
Gerry?' Laurel had to strain to hear thought the noise on the other end of the line. 'Gerry? Where are you?' 'London. A phone booth on Fleet Street.'….
Always remember, with a strong enough will, even the weak can wield great power..
It was such a pleasure to sink one's hands into the warm earth, to feel at one's fingertips the possibilities of the new season..
...She's understood the power of stories. Their magical ability to refill the wounded part of people..
All true readers have a book, a moment when real life is never going to be able to compete with fiction again..
People might think writing is a hard business, but it's nowhere near acting..
In each man's heart there lies a hole. A dark abyss of need, the filling of which takes precedence over all else..
Doors lead to things and I've never met one I haven't wanted to open..