There's a difference between really loving someone and loving the idea of her.

Don't be discouraged - every relationship you have is a failure, until you find the right one.

I'm a huge fan of ghost stories, that sort of slow build, the suspense and the questioning about whether you're imagining something or if it's real.

Sometimes I think illness sits inside every woman, waiting for the right moment to bloom. I have known so many sick women all my life. Women with chronic pain, with ever-gestating diseases. Women with conditions. Men, sure, they have bone snaps, they have backaches, they have a surgery or two, yank out a tonsil, insert a shiny plastic hip. Women get consumed.

Because isn’t that the point of every relationship: to be known by someone else, to be understood? He gets me. She gets me. Isn’t that the simple magic phrase?

Sometimes I think I won't ever feel safe until I can count my last days on one hand.

Ah, well, being conflicted means you can live a shallow life without copping to be a shallow person.