I don't believe in writer's block.

if you were older you might agree with me. you might say that real love steals nothing. you might say that real love leaves a person intact. you would be wrong, jane. love is a greedy toddler who knows only the word 'mine.

Life used to move much more quickly when I was a girl. We needed to abbreviate just to keep up.

I'm allergic to sad memories. It's the worst.

There's the tree with the branches that everyone sees, and then there's the upside-down root tree, growing the opposite way. So Earth is the branches, growing in opposing but perfect symmetry. The branches don't think much about the roots, and maybe the roots don't think much about the branches, but all the time, they're connected by the trunk, you know?

It's when you don't need something that you tend to lose it.

I wondered if the person who really loves you is the person who knows all your stories, the person who WANTS to know all your stories.