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.

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 find I have to touch what I am working on every day, or a deep-seated dread kicks in that is very hard to overcome.

At least my happiness doesn't depend on Ron's goalkeeping ability.

Yes, this is the only good thing in life: love! To hold a woman you love in your arms! That is the ultimate in human happiness.

The life of inner peace, being harmonious and without stress, is the easiest type of existence.

The New York Times had not become The New York Times overnight. It had to earn its reputation day-by-day.

Picture God nudging you and me awake before dawn because He can hardly wait to be with us.

A bowl of pudding only has taste when I put it in my mouth - when it is in contact with my tongue. It doesn't have taste or flavor sitting in my fridge, only the potential.

I need to take a sacred pause, as if I were a sun warmed rock in the center of a rushing river.

What I have found is, anything one keeps hidden should now and then be hidden somewhere else.

Failure is not the absence of success. Failure is the neglect of trying.

The past is not clinging to you; YOU are clinging to the past. Once you are not clinging, the past simply EVAPORATES!