I can honestly say Ive never thought for a second about whether a character reflects poorly on any group. All that matters to me is that the character is true to my belief in who he or she is.

Maybe your history just repeats and repeats until it batters you enough to snap the seams that hold you together

I should talk to him I know I should talk to him. But I do not talk to him. I watch after him from afar and love him.

I had a sense then of how if we truly understood how many of the unimportant things we do will end up outliving us, we'd never be able to go on.

They don’t have silences together; they have noise. Mostly his.

Here's what breaks us: Even though we know better, we still want everything to be all right.

Self-preservation isn't worth it if you can't live with the self you're preserving