We are so used to releasing words. We don't know what to do with them if they stay.

I wake up thinking of yesterday. The joy is in remembering; the pain is in knowing it was yesterday.

The important thing is for the characters to feel real, and to be given the humanity they are due. That granting of humanity is what separates a full portrait from a stereotype.

I love you,” she says. “I love you,” I say. And then we hang up, because nothing else needs to be said after that. I want to give Zara her life back. Even if I feel I deserve something like this, I don’t deserve it at her expense.

I find I very rarely live up to my words. And since you know me primarily through my words, there are oh so many ways I can disappoint.

There are many things that can keep you in a relationship," I say. "Fear of being alone. Fear of disrupting the arrangement of your life. A decision to settle for something that's okay, because you don't know if you can get any better. Or maybe there's the irrational belief that it will get better, even if you know he won't change.

You don't know me. You know one me, just like I know one you. And you can't know every me, and I can't know every you.