Bang bang bang. I understand now why so many horror movies use that device-the mysterious knock on the door-because it has the weight of a nightmare. You don't know what's out there, yet you know you'll open it. You'll think what I think: No one bad ever knocks.

I'm all for whatever transitions the book properly to a movie.

I feel like I need to give people a note with the book that says, 'I'm OK, no worries!'

Love should require both partners to be their very best at all times

I'm not someone who can be depended one five days a week. Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday? I don't even get out of bed five days in a row-I often don't remember to eat five days in a row. Reporting to a workplace, where I should need to stay for eight hours-eight big hours outside my home- was unfeasible.

It was surprising that you could spend hours in the middle of the night pretending things were OK, and know in thirty seconds of daylight that that simply wasn't so.

People love talking, and I have never been a huge talker. I carry on an inner monologue, but the words often don't reach my lips.