All the effort in the world won't matter if you're not inspired.

Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep...wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you're just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky his is to have you....The one who turns to his friends and says, 'that's her.'

I don't want to die without any scars.

It seems that so much writing is being done in the nineteenth-century model, where every connection has to be thoroughly explained.

Control the things you can control. As for the rest - God bless it all.

I went to sexaholics anonymous for six months. For research. I wanted to see the structure of the groups, how they were conducted, and what the atmosphere was like, and also to be able to describe the people as human beings, rather than as the dirty jokes that they are in our culture.

I don't do much more than organise other people's ideas and insights and thoughts, and sort of harvest them, and inventory them and present them.