It's like when someone dies, the initial stages of grief seem to be the worst. But in some ways, it's sadder as time goes by and you consider how much they've missed in your life. In the world.

It's simply human nature to have an occasional, fleeting interest in someone whom you once loved.

He nods, as if to acknowledge that endings are almost always a little sad, even when there is something to look forward to on the other side.

I like to match what I wear to my book jacket - it's a little bit cheesy, but it's my thing.

Sorrow comes with so many defense mechanisms. You have your shock, your denial, your getting wasted, your cracking jokes, and your religion. You also have the old standby catchall—the blind belief in fate, the whole "things happening for a reason" drill.

It's like when someone dies, the initial stages of grief seem to be the worst. But in some ways, it's sadder as time goes by and you consider how much they've missed in your life. In the world.

I always find something in common with my protagonist, particularly when I write in the first person.