Memories, you see, hurt. The good ones most of all.

Trust is like that. You can break it for a good reason. But it still remains broken.

I'm not very happy idle. There's always this voice in my head that says, 'I should be writing.

Hope is cruel. Hope reminds me of what almost was. Hope makes the physical ache return.

Summer romances cometo an end. That was part of the deal. They are built like certain plants or insects, not able to survive more than one season. I thought we would be different. We were, I guess, but not in the way I thought. I truly believed that we would never let each other go. The young are so dumb.

Only bad writers think they're good.

I pretty much only wear Lilly Pulitzer ties because my best friend owns the company.