Catch me on a good day, I think half of my books aren't too bad. Catch me on a bad day, I think I've never written a good line.

And he hated himself and hated her,too, for the ruin they'd made of each other.

Whatever she saw beyond the camera lens, beyond the photographer, beyond anything in the known world probably - wasn't fit to be seen.

The loneliness of another can be shocking when it lays itself bare without warning.

He wondered if this was what clinical depression felt like, a total numbness, a weary lack of hope.

Your first family is your blood family and you always be true to that. That means something. But there's another family and that's the kind you go out and find. Maybe even by accident sometimes. And they're as much blood as your first family. Maybe more so, because they don't have to look out for you and they don't have to love you. They choose to.

You've learned that every good lie is threaded with truth and every accepted truth leaks lies.