It’s so difficult to describe depression to someone who’s never been there, because it’s not sadness. I know sadness. Sadness is to cry and to feel. But it’s that cold absence of feeling— that really hollowed-out feeling.

My readers have to work with me to create the experience. They have to bring their imaginations to the story. No one sees a book in the same way, no one sees the characters the same way. As a reader you imagine them in your own mind. So, together, as author and reader, we have both created the story.

Killing rips the soul apart.

It is my baby and if I want to bring it out to play again, I will.

Personal happiness lies in knowing that life is not a checklist of acquisition. Your qualifications are not your life.

Look . . . at . . . me. . . .