...no way could I fall in love. I just couldn't go there yet. Settle for less. I didn't want to process through anything. I didn't want to pick up any pieces. Lower my expectations.

No matter how much you love someone, you still want to have you own way.

There are worse things you can do to people you love than kill them.

There's an old saying: 'No piece of writing is ever finished, it's just abandoned.' But my own rule is: No piece of work is done until you want to kill everyone involved in the publishing process, especially yourself.

The world can be a lot bet­ter than we set­tle for. All you have to do is ask.

Recycling and speed limits are bullshit. They're like someone who quits smoking on his deathbed.

She's not wearing makeup so her face just looks like skin.