I worked at magazines for over 10 years before I even thought of writing a book.

She needs a new journal. The one she has is problematic. To get to the present, she needs to page through the past, and when she does, she remembers things, and her new journal entries become, for the most part, reactions to the days she regrets, wants to correct, rewrite.

If you think I'm annoying and preachy now, you should have known me in grade school.

People are strange, but more than that, they're good. They're good first, then strange.

When we pass by another person without telling them we love them it’s cruel and wrong and we all know this.

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

When you're in your twenties in a new city where no one's from here, we're all sort of orphans. The only people that you can count on our bunch of people that you work with and that you know. You're only as good as the reliability of that latticework.