Years Fly By, But The Heart Stays

If I Had, Say, A Tall, Amateur Male Lead Living On The Campus Of A Rural College (six Years), The Next Book Might Feature A Short, Cop Who Lives In The Heart Of Manhattan (missing You).

For A Short Time, I Hated Them. But When You Think About It, What Good Does That Do?it Takes So Much To Hold On To Hate—you Lose Your Grip On What's Important, You Know?

I Try To Stress To My Children That Buying Something Never Leads To True Happiness.

I Love To Make Even Villains People You Can Relate To. When You Find Out Who Did It, I Think You Almost Like The Person, Which Is Not Easy To Do.

Writing A Novel In General Is Like Trying To Reach A Mountain Top You'll Never Quite Reach - So You Try Again And Maybe Get A Little Closer.