People who assume my books are only about quilts obviously haven't read them! I've always known that my books are about quilters - in other words, people - rather than quilts or quilting.

Two quilters who have just met will be strangers only until their mutual passion for quilting is revealed. Then they can talk for hours like the best of friends.

One can never had too many librarian friends.

Deception by an omission of the truth is as bad as a lie.

People need stories...we use stories to teach, to learn, to make sense of the world around us. As long as we need stories, we will need books.

Who said you had to fill his shoes? Wear your own shoes. They're bound to fit better. Walk your own path your own way and you'll be more likely to get to where you need to be.

Sometimes the most ordinary things are the ones we learn to miss the most.

I've always wanted to be a writer. Ever since I learned to read, I've wanted to share stories with others the way my favorite writers shared their stories with me.

Over the years, I've traveled to many places for inspiration and research, including Pennsylvania, Ohio, South Carolina, California, and Hawaii.

For as long as I can remember, I've always been interested in issues of social justice, political freedom, and civil rights.

Kate Forsyth’s Bitter Greens is an enthralling concoction of history and magic, an absorbing, richly detailed, and heart-wrenching reimagining of a timeless fairytale.

Philosophy, in its simplest form, is the exploration of the beauty and ugliness of life.

But the fruit that can fall without shaking indeed is too mellow for me.

I look at you and I write down what I hear.

Who would want a face that hasn't seen or lived properly, hasn't got any wrinkles that come with age, experience and laughter? Not me, anyway.

When you start dating another country star, the first question is, 'When are y'all gonna do a duet?' And what sucks about that is people expect you to do it whether you want to or not.

A fool hath no dialogue within himself, the first thought carrieth him without the reply of a second.

To be successful in my native France, where people speak the same language and understand me, is nothing.

It gets harder all the time, Bev Shaw once said. Harder, yet easier. One gets used to things getting harder; one ceases to be surprised that what used to be hard as hard can be grows harder yet.

It's difficult. You tell yourself that, but you don't believe it. You always feel like there's another game. You know, the reality is, it's do or die. And I think I'm going to play like that.

It is an impertinent and unreasonable fault in conversation for one man to take up all the discourse.