You have to create characters who will whisk people away from their ordinary lives.

The thing that most people didn't understand...was that a rape victim and a victim of a fatal accident were both gone, forever. The difference was that the rape victim still had to go through the motions of being alive.

People changed. Even the people you thought you knew as well as you knew yourself.

I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves wanted so badly to be.

I think there are two different oceans - the one that plays with you in the summer, and the one that gets so mad in the winter.

Maybe that's what we do to the people we love: take shots in the dark and realize too late that we've wounded the people we are trying to protect.