It doesn't matter what people tell you. It doesn't matter what they might say. Sometimes you have to leave home. Sometimes, running away means you're headed in the exact right direction.

Burn me. Drown me. Tell me lies. I will still be who I am.

They were written on cheap blue notebooks bought by poor women. I'm interested in folk tales in the way that medicine and magic in women's stories are all kind of combined.

Love is worth the sum of itself, and nothing more.

I'm much faster now. When you only have a certain amount of time to write, after a while you learn to use your time well or you stop writing

Young people believe that regret is something you will never feel if you simply do as you please, but sometimes it is a matter of degree.

In a world of sorrow, love was an act of will. All you needed were the right ingredients.