Cell phones are so convenient that they're an inconvenience.

Good style happens in one of two ways: the writer either has an inborn talent or is willing to work herself to death to get it.

Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like acid spilling out of a bottle, can unconsciously eat away at a person’s heart and dissolve it.

She was seriously in love, but she never made demands.

"I believe you," she whispers after a moment. "Please find my mind."

What I'd like to be is a unique writer who's different from everybody else. I want to be a writer who tells stories unlike other writers'.

Beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard.