I wrote because I needed to and wanted to. It never occurred to me that I'd become famous.

I've shut myself inside these walls, and I'm going to be a very lonely old lady if I'm not careful.

When you can bring yourself to write about it one day, you will find it all less painful. It is a catharsis of sorts, but the process can be brutal. Don’t do it until you’re ready.

And the worst thing she had heard were the words he hadn't said, the fact that he hadn't loved her.

.. that terrible feeling that you're not good enough to be loved by the people you love most, and eventually by anyone else.

Who doesn't need hope in their lives: hope that something can change, that someone cares, that not only bad things happen unexpectedly but good things can happen to us too?

Don't worry about it. The right thing will come at the right time.