I didn't know how to say goodbye. Words were stupid. They said so little. Yet they opened up holes you could fall into and never climb out of again.

Let me say the good are often punished unfairly.

When I wrote, I felt better, as if I had remade the world all of a piece, the way I wanted it to be, not the way it was.

Doing good doesn't always make you feel good. I don't care what they tell you in church.

Love is like light and there are two kinds, the bursting fireworks of the moment and the solid, fixed stars that sometimes become obscured in the heavens, but are always there, year after year, for a lifetime.

Are all American girls as daft as you, Rachel?" "I hope so," I said.

When I write I am the real me.