Some people are your family no matter when you find them, and some people are not, even if you are laid, still wet and crumpled, in their arms.

Some people are your family no matter when you find them, and some people are not, even if you are laid, still wet and crumpled, in their arms.

All intimacy is rare-that's what makes it precious.

You are imperfect, permanently and inevitably flawed. And you are beautiful.

Learning to listen, letting people finish their sentences, and most of all, the habit of noticing the difference between what people say and how they say it. {on the habits of psychoanalytic training and practice applied to fiction writing} The gap between what people tell you and what's really going on is what interests me.

There is no such thing as a good writer and a bad liar.

Be real and be unashamed, even of your faults. I do truly know what my husband is made of and vice versa.