Like every child, I adored her. Until I formed a brain and got to know her.

I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.

I think I love him, but I also think that you can love people who aren't good for you.

Once I decided to write, to be published, I knew it would happen.

This is what happens when you go against the grain of truth. You get splinters later on.

I felt deeply tricked. Stunned. And furious. I also felt my default emotion: numbness.

I tend to really enjoy being swept up in fiction. I love a good story and I admire fiction authors.