We are lost, she and I, unseen and not seeing, unheard and not hearing, unknown by others.

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.

Writing what you wished was the most dangerous form of wishful thinking.

I am like a falling star who has finally found her place next to another in a lovely constellation, where we will sparkle in the heavens forever.

Over time, passion wanes, differences don't.

You can get sucked into the idea that, 'Gosh, this is impressive. Maybe I should do this. It will look good.' Or 'I'll write like this because it will impress that critic.'

You have to be your own person. You can't let people's opinions determine how you think about yourself. There's a difference between identity and self-identity.