“She held herself until the sobs of the child inside subsided entirely. I love you, she told herself. It will all be okay.”

“The full moon cast an eerie glow through thick ancient dark woods. In the shadows around a tree, the serial killer ran his knife lovingly over Chelsea’s trussed dead body. She lay, as if posed for a photo, wearing only bloody pink underpants.”

“Leila dreamt that her Soul was on fire. It was not a nightmare. Shannon was in the dream. Shannon was telling her to wake up. She woke up, burning as if she had a fever, nearly soaking wet with sweat. Kevin was asleep beside her.”

“Be in your own skin, as an act of self-loving.”

“I write because I am a writer, not because I want to get anything out of it.”

“This is your karma. You do not understand now, but you will understand later. The source of pain is within your own larger expression of being.”

“I hope that I capture something in my work that is about the elusive, the magical and powerful and the transformative. The writing in itself is transformative for me.”