Inevitably I draw on my own relationships when I write, so if I'm writing about a fight between a husband and his wife, of course I'm going to think about a recent fight with my husband. Or if I'm writing about sisters, of course I'm going to think about my sister.

I remember that my mother once told me that the opposite of love isn't hate, it's indifference.

And although one broken heart doesn't make me an expert in the subject, I believe you need both things - time and an emotional replacement - to fully mend one.

He threw in the towel before we were tested. Maybe because he didn't want to be tested. Maybe because he assumed we would fail. Maybe because, at the time, he just didn't love me enough.

You’ll never regret being a good friend.

You see yourself as very average, ordinary. And there is nothing ordinary about you, Rachel." (Something Borrowed)

The world is not that black and white, Rachel. There are no moral absolutes. It is complex.