I live for the blank page.

Love accepts. Forgiveness comes in time.

anyone who used the word hip probably wasn't.

If I weren't a writer, I'd be a psychiatrist.

Today something interesting happened. I died.

Truman Capote was a magical, beautiful writer.

Bored people looked for drama and caused trouble.

The woman I was seems hopelessly naive. I envy her.

Motherhood was an ever widening circle of good-byes.

When you're young it's easy to confuse passion for love.

I don't remember a time when I didn't define myself as a writer.

The past is history. The future is a mystery. The present is a gift.

Alafair Burke is one of the finest young crime writers working today.

Even if someone is overcome with rage, it takes amazing arrogance to kill.

Everything is autobiographical, and nothing is autobiographical. That's fiction.

I didn’t see the point of judging and analyzing a single moment in someone’s life.

Isn't it funny how the people least impacted by tragedy are the most eager to move on?

The Universe doesn't like secrets. It conspires to reveal the truth, to lead you to it.

Many people believe that evil is the presence of something. I think it's the absence of something.

Denial: my family heritage. If you don't ask the questions, the truth will never inconvenience you.

you cannot hope for change in others, you can only work toward it in yourself. And that's hard work.

We can't hold on to anyone or anything, you know. We lose everything except that which we carry within us.

In the end, I cared about him so much that I just thought he deserved someone who loved him more than I did.

Publishing is a business of relationships. The relationships you make at one house can carry over to another.

The universe conspires to reveal the truth and to make your path easy if you have the courage to follow the signs.

You [meaning mothers] said good-bye a little every day -- from the minute they left your body until they left your home.

I definitely feel that plot flows from character. I dont believe that you can construct a plot and insert people into it.

I definitely feel that plot flows from character. I don't believe that you can construct a plot and insert people into it.

I was always the observer, trying to understand what was going on. I was always the new kid. Writing became my safe place.

There's nothing particularly dark in my past... I live in the light. My disposition is basically happy. I have a good life.

The truth has not so much set us free as it has ripped away a carefully constructed facade, leaving us naked to begin again.

Everyone always talks about how well mothers know their children. No one ever seems to notice how well children know their mothers.

Judgment is such a useful shield, isn't it? We can hide behind it, rise above others on its crest, keep ourselves safe and separate.

I love the village in my computer. There's little validation in the day-to-day life of a writer; sometimes we ache for a connection.

'In Cold Blood' is not a thriller at all, really. It is, however, the first work of its kind: a true crime book that reads like fiction.

The business of writing a novel is a long, meandering road into the self, into the imagination. And it's a road the writer travels alone.

Maybe I have this fascination with the dark side because I live in the light. I don't have any dysfunction, and I've never experienced trauma.

Hope is good. Without it, well, you do the math. But hope has to be like a prayer. Putting it out there to something more powerful than yourself.

It's strange how memory gets twisted and pulled like taffy in its retelling, how a single event can mean something different to everyone present.

It must be the ultimate punishment, don't you think, to finally gain wisdom, only to realize that the consequences of your actions are irrevocable?

Once you've started down that road to self-discovery, no matter how treacherous the path before you, you can't turn back. The universe doesn't allow it.

I read 'Rebecca' when I was a teenager and was swept away by the powerful voice, the gut wrenching suspense and the dark, twisted love story at its center.

I've always had this in a kind of worst-case dark imagination. I want to know what the dark form in the window is. I want to know what the noise under the staircase is.

I think that's the moment when we all grow up, when we stop blaming our parents for the messes we've made out of our lives and start owning the consequences of our actions.

I'm a 'bound book' kind of girl. I have a Kindle, and I enjoy it for some things, like convenience or instant gratification, or all the little things that you can do with them.

You can cut the ties that bind but not without losing a part of yourself. You can walk away and hide from the people who made you, but you'll always hear them calling your name.

When you love someone, it doesn't really matter if they love you back or not. Having love in your heart for someone is its own reward. or punishment, depending on the circumstances.

People who stay in the same town with the same friends for their entire lives never get a chance to find out who they can really be, because they will always be considered as who they were.

I loved him so much. It didn't change all the reasons we couldn't be together, but it kept me returning to his body, kept my skin seeking his skin over and over again in the sad dance we did.

There's a village in my computer - friends, fans, readers, and colleagues. It's a populous, sometimes chaotic little burg always bustling with news, gossip, opinions and potential excitement.

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