As a writer, you live in such isolation. It's hard to imagine your book has a life beyond you.

It was wrong. But it was worth it.

But certain souls cohere. It's rare but possible. But it takes two powerful wills to make it so.

But I know this. We're ready to move forward again in our way. Together or apart, no matter how far apart, we live in one another. We go on together.

I like that you let yourself be surprised

You hold on to old experiences: injuries, injustices, and great love affairs, too. And you hold them in your joints and your organs, and wear them on your skin.

As much as I'm drawn to writing about teenage girls, I like the idea of having the freedom to branch out and write about different ages, for different ages.