It was wrong. But it was worth it.
It's always nervewracking to put yourself out there. But it's the root of joy.
She went around with a broken heart, and she wasn't sure who'd broken it. She thought it was herself, mostly.
Gestating characters feels something like the mental equivalent of gestating a baby. In both cases, to create them you lose yourself. Or at least you reshape yourself to encompass them.
He's had a lot of chances to care, and he hasn't.
Alice suspected Paul couldn’t really picture his father, just like she couldn’t picture Paul when he was away. Maybe that was the case with people you wanted more than was good for you.