In families, there are no crimes beyond forgiveness.

A family is one of nature's solubles; it dissolves in time like salt in rainwater.

Love came in wounded and frantic ways to my dismaying family.

A family is too frail a vessel to contain the risks of all the warring impulses expressed when such a group meets on common ground.

I've met many, many writers who say they would never write about their family, never write about people they did not totally make up. But that is not the composition of my character.

When I was 5 years old, my mother read me 'Gone With The Wind' at night, before I went to bed. I remember her reading almost all year.