Envy was just the tax you paid on success.

As a novelist, I'm incredibly lucky to make a living, but that doesn't mean that I don't lie awake at four o'clock in the morning, worrying.

She used to pride herself on her refusal to see two sides of an argument, but increasingly she accepts that issues are more ambiguous and complicated than she once thought.

And it was at moments like this that she had to remind herself that she was in love with him, or had once been in love with him, a long time ago.

These days grief seems like walking on a frozen river; most of the time he feels safe enough, but there is always that danger that he will plunge through.

Mortified at the speed with which intimacy evaporates.

…surprised all over again at how very comforting very bad food can be.