Is it needy? It's not. We don't need each other. We just really, really enjoy each other. And we're good together. We're good people together. And I have the funniest feeling. I can really, truly touch this all, this happiness and the sadness too, I can trace all of it with my fingers. It isn't theoretical or distant. This feels like me. This is me. I love him, and, for the first time in a relationship, I also like me. Every time he says "I love you," I answer, "I believe you.

At least you know where you are with blood. At least other people can see it.

Every fear, every night terror, every hour I cried for Liev, every fight with Sebastian is registered as a neat white scar.

Cyndi Lauper was hilarious and generous, someone I'd loved from childhood who didn't disappoint.

Time heals all wounds. And if it doesn't, you name them something other than wounds and agree to let them stay.

I do think everything that happens in American pop culture sort of prescribes for England and does end up happening there six months later, maybe a year.

I think a neurotic learns from their mistakes. A psychotic does not.