Hope is a gift. You can't choose to have it. To believe and yet to have no hope is to thirst beside a fountain.

Writing is a hellish task, best snuck up on, whacked on the head, robbed and left for dead.

The world should not be organized to require heroines, and when one is required but fails to appear, we should not judge.

Lies like that are not a sin, they are a sacrifice.

Depression is anger slowed down; panic is grief speeded up.

Piece by piece living is hard to do. It may even feel like the hardest thing. But it has this going for it: you never need to know what it is you're carrying on your shoulders.

It's important to attend funerals. It is important to view the body, they say, and to see it committed to earth or fire because unless you do that, the loved one dies for you again and again.