I don't think so, I don't agree. The most unbearable thing I think by far, she said, is hope.

My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.

There's a gift in your lap and it's beautifully wrapped and it's not your birthday. You feel wonderful, you feel like somebody knows you're alive, you feel fear because it could be a bomb, because you think you're that important.

I'm obsessed with adolescence. I love to write about people in their 20s. It's such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.

I don't think so, I don't agree. The most unbearable thing I think by far, she said, is hope.

Language is the ticket to plot and character, after all, because both are built out of language.

That's the thing with handmade items. They still have the person's mark on them, and when you hold them, you feel less alone. This is why everyone who eats a Whopper leaves a little more depressed than they were when they came in. Nobody cooked that burger.