A town so suffocating and small, you tripped over people you hated every day. People who knew things about you. It's the kind of place that leaves a mark.

There are a million talented writers who are unpublished only because they stop writing when it gets hard.

Safer to be feared than loved.

My imagination is more tweaked by imagining the lives of the people who were there before us. I don't need to give myself the willies. I'm quite good at that - I can freak myself out wherever I am.

What a generous thing that is, I realize, for a husband to try to make his wife laugh.

I've suffered betrayal with all five senses. For over a year.

There’s something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.