Occupation: Author Birth: May 17, 1958
You're never alone when you're reading a book..
At the centre of every fairy tale lay a truth that gave the story its power.
Teachers are by nature idealists, and they believe anything can be learned..
Everybody's in love when they're eighteen. And everybody gets dumped..
Here's the thing about broken hearts. You can always survive them. Always. No matter how deep the hurt, the capacity to heal and move on is even stro….
Insults sting but a little when they stem from a man's ignorance..
Fear and love were sometimes the same thing both necessary unavoidable. Now she understood that it was okay to bleed if you know how to heal..
Tell the story that's in your heart, and don't hold back. Write a book the reader will want to melt into..
What's difficult to understand about German opera? It's always the same. Boy meets girl, boy falls in love, girl gets devoured by horrible winged cre….
Unexpected change is like a breath of fresh air -- a little brisk at first, but magic for the body and soul..
On Sunday, something washed up on shore..
Writing is a struggle no matter what the genre..
Talent is required, but much of writing is a matter of craft, which develops with time, attention, patience and practice, like playing an instrument ….
An event in the present evokes past sensations. But science couldn't explain how a foolish heart had the power to overrule common sense..
My adult life has been a patchwork of projects, most of which were fleeting fancies of overreaching vision. I tend to seize on things, only to abando….
I never felt I was incapable of succeeding because I felt confident I could always learn what I needed to know..
When you're with the person you love, you're home..
The human heart was such a complex organ, fragile and sturdy all at once..
In all my novels, a sense of place - not just geographic but social - is a critical element. I have always been drawn to the novels of Edith Wharton,….
She watched the gap between ship and shore grow to a huge gulf. Perhaps this was a little like dying, the departed no longer visible to the others, y….
You are TSTL. I beg your pardon. Too stupid to live..