So little is actually worthy of belief or disbelief. Better to strive to coexist than seek to disapprove . . .

'Y' is about the weakest letter of all. 'Y' can't make up its mind if it's a vowel or a consonant, can it?

So winners, Hae-Joo proposed, are the real losers because they learn nothing? What, then, are losers? Winners?

I got a rejection letter from an editor at HarperCollins, who included a report from his professional reader. This report shredded my first-born novel, laughed at my phrasing, twirled my lacy pretensions around and gobbed into the seething mosh pit of my stolen clichés. As I read the report, the world became very quiet and stopped rotating. What poisoned me was the fact that the report's criticisms were all absolutely true. The sound of my landlady digging in the garden got the world moving again. I slipped the letter into the trash... knowing I'd remember every word.

Secrets affect you more than you’d think. You lie to keep them hidden. You steer talk away from them. You worry someone’ll discover yours and tell the world. You think you are in charge of the secret, but isn’t it the secret who’s actually using you?

The healthy can't understand the emptied, the broken.

I'm from a time and place where bigheadedness was a really savage crime, and you'd get cut down for it by your peers and parents.