Good days, they come around the oddest corners.

I sit there thinking about how much courage it takes to live an ordinary life.

There are rocks deep enough in this earth that no matter what the rupture, they will never see the surface. There is, I think, a fear of love. There is a fear of love.

There's a part of me that thinks perhaps we go on existing in a place even after we've left it.

A lot of people think that writers are much cleverer than they actually are. No, they're not. But they're emotionally clever, and they go into a character, and they feel something that they weren't entirely aware of beforehand.

She's always thought that one of the beauties of New York is that you can be from anywhere and within moments of landing its yours.

There are no days more full than those we go back to.