Her life was beginning to make sense again, although she couldn’t say she was enjoying it. But her mind was clear, and her heart was not constantly as heavy. Only when she thought about him. But she knew that in time, she’d survive it. She had done it before and would again. Eventually the heart repairs.

I don't just want to catch some guy and have a bunch of kids. I want to make something of myself.

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.

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

We are always better than before when those we love inflict wounds upon us.

Life, a good life, a great life is about "Why not?" May we never forget it.

I decided I would never do interviews again.