I was punched breathless by the strongest emotions I have ever felt and they are now stored in my intuition as a writer.

We all hate moral ambiguity in some sense, and yet it is also absolutely necessary. In writing a story, it is the place where I begin.

Why do some memories live only on your tongue or in your nose? Why do others always stay in your heart?

Yesterday my daughter said to me, 'My marriage is falling apart.' And now all she can do is watch it falling.

Yet part of me also thinks the whole idea makes perfect sense. The three of us, leaving our differences behind, stepping on the plane together, sitting side by side, lifting off, moving West to reach the East.

From what I have observed, when the anesthesia of love wears off, there is always the pain of consequences. You don't have to be stupid to marry the wrong man.

With each passing day, I didn't lose hope. I fought to have more.