The most basic and somehow forgettable thing is this: Love is not pain. Love is goodness. And real love--it's less shiny than solid and simple.

I tended to give a book a chance and another chance and another, sometimes seeing it all the way to the end, still hoping for for it turn out different. Maybe I was confused about what you owed a book. What you owed people, for that matter, real or fictional.

You've got to say what you mean and mean what you say...Doubt in your voice is an open door people will shove right through.

I became a writer because I love books, and I believe in their power.

You could try and understand people, you could read books and understand words and concepts and ideas, but you could never understand enough or have enough knowledge to keep away the surprises that both fate and human beings had in store.

I know parental embarrassment usually stops somewhere at fifteen, but he just kept on giving me good reasons.

Sometimes that´s all you need…, to know it´s not broken. To know you’re still whole and that you’ll heal.