My attraction had been immediate and profound. And it had nothing to do with the way he looked. My attraction was to what resided between his lines.

All of us are richer and more fascinating and more complex than we can ever know.

Reading takes solitude and it takes focus.

I think writers tend to be experience junkies, and I think they also tend to want to be on the outside looking in.

But she did love him. I believe it. I know exactly how that is. To love somebody who doesn't deserve it. Because they are all you have. Because any attention is better than no attention.

He was raised without a proper diagnosis.

Real optimism is not the pep talk you give yourself. It is earned through the labor involved in emotional housekeeping.