People might seem to have a perfectly fine life but inside, we don't even know if they've suffered.

I want to say that, in general, when it works, open adoption is great.

History releases me from my own experience and jogs my fictional imagination.

It would be a lie to say that people are coming to adoption with joy at all times. Hope, perhaps, but it would be disingenuous to say that every part coming to an adoption isn't seriously grieving.

I feel like if writers used writing as therapy we'd have a ton of happy writers.

I think that when the world feels safe and secure, we probably feel more that way in our personal lives. What goes on in the world affects us, unequivocally.

The past always sort of haunts us and perhaps inspires us in some ways.

I'm a morning person: if I don't get up, put the coffee on and get to my desk by 8, the day has already lost a lot of its promise.

The birth mother is placing the baby out of love. I still believe that. Well, the ones weve dealt with who were actually pregnant, anyway.

As writers, we don't just need to write about poverty or war or the immigrant experience.

I feel sometimes like a book tour is a slow series of humiliations and that if you're strong you'll come out of it OK.

To say, ‘he lacks understanding’, about someone is an open kashay (inner weakness of anger-pride-deceit-greed).

Without you, I’m not me. Something inside that I didn’t even know about is broken without you.

The Rose which here on earth is now perceived by me, has blossomed thus in god from all eternity.

I don't have to prove anything to anyone. As a result, I am ready to take up again the characters who are closer to what I really am.

I wonder how many years Suga has been carrying his curse around with him. I forget that other people in the world have broken parts too.

We can be revisionist, and that's a good thing to be at times, but we shouldn't airbrush our history, so we can only make judgments in the objective conditions of that time.

It's just such a great miracle when things do work, and they work for such a wild variety of crazy reasons.

Everyone who gets sleepy at night should have a simple decent place to lay their heads, on terms they can afford to pay.

Believe that others are better than you in the debths of their soul, although outwardly you may appear better than they.

I never drank anything stronger than beer before I was twelve.