We lose weeks like buttons, like pencils.

They were so in love with the world, and so disappointed in every aspect of it.

But I'm thinking about 12 things at once, a hundred thousand times a day. Most people do, I would imagine.

Books have a unique way of stopping time in a particular moment and saying: Let’s not forget this.

There's nothing to be gained from passive observance, the simple documenting of conditions, because, at its core, it sets a bad example. Every time something is observed and not fixed, or when one has a chance to give in some way and does not, there is a lie being told, the same lie we all know by heart but which needn't be reiterated.

But everyone disappears, no matter who loves them.

When I was on the bestseller list with the first book, everyone who knows me knows that every week it continued to be on the list was a very dark week for me. Everyone knows that all I wanted was to be off that list.