Guilt is a supreme waste of time and energy.

I spend the rest of the afternoon trying to explain to Zoe one of the very saddest notions in love and life: sometimes the timing is wrong--and sometimes you realize the heart of the matter way to late in the game.

Whenever you make a big decision in life, at least any decision where you have a viable alternative, there is an inevitable uneasy aftermath. Anxiety is merely a sign that you're taking something seriously.

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

Life's not black-and-white. Sometimes the ends justifies the means.

Surely he knows we are all watching. That I am watching. It is always that way when you are in a group and someone decides to go for a swim or walk to the water. The ocean is a giant stage. It is natural that the others watch, if only for a moment.

I think it's important to try to be present with whatever it is you're doing. And if you can't be present, take a break.