Sure I loved him - too much. And he loved me, only not enough. I just want someone who thinks I'm number one in his life. I'm not willing to accept emotional scraps anymore.

I am fascinated by language in daily life: the way it can evoke an emotion, a visual image, a complex idea, or a simple truth.

I wanted to write stories for myself. At first it was purely an aesthetic thing about craft. I just wanted to become good at the art of something. And writing was very private.

Her education only made her unhappy thinking about it - that no matter how much she changed her life, she could not change the world that surrounded her.

I like to go somewhere where I learn something I didn't know before, like the Dry Tortugas between Florida and Cuba.

I hid my deepest feelings so well I forgot where I placed them.

I read a book a day when I was a kid. My family was not literary; we did not have any books in the house.