Most of my stories have some basis in fact.

Without books I would not have become a vivacious reader, and if you are not a reader you are not a writer.

Why do you have to be the same as the others? ...Most of them are stupid.

She loved him because he had brought her back to life. She had been like a caterpillar in a cocoon, and he had drawn her out and shown her that she was a butterfly.

When you've lost everything, you've got nothing to lose.

Having faith in God did not mean sitting back and doing nothing. It meant believing you would find success if you did your best honestly and energetically.

The CIA's research program is described in a book called "The Search for the Manchurian Candidate."

Trusting someone was like holding a little water in your cupped hands - it was so easy to spill the water, and you could never get it back.

The degradation to which you subject others comes back, sooner or later, to haunt you.

In my books, women often solve the problem. Even if the woman is not the hero, she's a strong character. She does change the plot. She'll often rescue the male character from some situation.

In both cases, weakness and scruples had defeated strength and ruthlessness.

I never felt I had to prove myself with anything.

I will force Hillary Clinton to fight on the grounds of her lies and lack of trustworthiness, whether that's about e-mails, and servers and Benghazi.

Human suffering anywhere concerns men and women everywhere.

There's a metaphor Vincent Eades likes to use: "If you examine a butterfly according to the laws of aerodynamics, it shouldn't be able to fly. But the butterfly doesn't know that, so it flies.

Loss means losing what was. We want to change but we don't want to lose. Without time for loss, we don't have time for soul.

Between the two, the nationalist and the imperialist, there is no meeting ground.

When somebody speaks a language that we don't know, we often imagine that some important things are being said!

If you were to survey celebrated women, with every step toward real success there came a baby.

When It's Darkest, Men See the Stars.

You get so used to a world that you complain, but never actually want anything different. Why crave the unfamiliar?