If my love were an ocean, there would be no more land. If my love were a desert, you would see only sand. If my love were a star- late at night, only light. And if my love could grow wings, I'd be soaring in flight.
I think there's always room for humor, especially when you're talking about really serious issues.
I had written a book that dealt with really serious issues. Was anybody going to want to read a Christmas love story from me?
I knew that part of the problem with sensitive issues is that, because they're uncomfortable to address, we have a hard time doing so honestly, if at all.
Novels are a safe way to talk about things.
Every action we have is going to have repercussions in ways we could not anticipate.