I want to write my life. I want to be able to write my life. You are a second away from saying it. You have no idea how much I love you.

Which is more stubborn, the love or the two arguing people caught within it?

My main piece of advice would be dont worry about being published - just write a really good book, but also dont be afraid to write a bad book. Give yourself permission to fail, and dont be afraid.

And as we drift into sleep, I feel something I’ve never felt before. A closeness that isn’t merely physical. A connection that defies the fact that we’ve only just met. A sensation that can only come from the most euphoric of feelings: belonging.

Sharing truth is not the kind of gift that comes in wrapping paper - ripped open once and, there, you're done. No, this is a gift that must be unfolded.

It was rather awkward, insofar as we were both teetering between the possibility of something and the possibility of nothing.

I just needed to realize that style was like personality - it didn't always have to be consistent; it just had to be something you lived with.