In my stories, I think, as I've gotten older, the characters have become stronger and more independent, and more capable of making unconventional decisions.

Maybe the thing to do after you roll the dice-and lose-is simply pick them up and roll them again.

I think I hoped for something more. Maybe I even hoped that I could find in Richard what I had with Ben. But it is suddenly very clear: Richard is not fallin in love with me and I'm not falling in love with Richard. We are not creating anything permanent or special. We are only having fun together. It is a fling- a fling just like he said last night- a fling with an ending yet to be determined. I feel relieved to have it defined

After all, I think, isn't it always about a boy?

...love is the sum of our choices, the strength of our commitments, the ties that bind us together.

There are two kinds of sorry. There is the sorry imbued with regret. And a pure sorry. The kind that is merely asking for forgiveness, nothing more.

Happiness is the best revenge, you know? Just be happy. It's a choice.