Of course a magazine is usually more interesting than a conversation, because so much more time and preparation has gone into it.

Of course, I didn't imagine then that I could have had a real relationship with any guy. I thought that by virtue of being me I was disqualified.

... nothing broke my heart like the slow death of a shared joke that had once seemed genuinely funny.

Is the depressing part that he's only half right - it's not that she doesn't need rescuing but that nobody else will be able to do it? She has always somehow known that she is the one who will have to rescue herself. Or maybe what's depressing is that this knowledge seems like it should make life easier, and instead it makes it harder.

There are a lot of things in the world that are a lot weirder than psychic abilities, that we accept as true.

We have to make mistakes, its how we learn compassion for others

I don't think that I would ever, while writing, think to myself, "I need a little more psychological realism."