As soon as I began, it seemed impossible to write fast enough – I wrote faster than I would write a letter – two thousand to three thousand words in a morning, and I cannot help it.

Words are less needful to sorrow than to joy.

I think that all of us are 5-year-olds and we don't want to be embarrassed in the schoolyard.

I think I'm a weird combination of deeply introverted and very daring. I can feel both those things working.

Oh, write of me, not Died in bitter pains, but Emigrated to another star!

I've always had to force myself to make friends and speak to people. My parents were quiet, and it took me a while to get used to the fact that people talk about their feelings, their problems.

I know for me the subject of how to be in a relationship is precious and complicated and challenging.