No matter how big you get, it's still okay to cry because everybody's got a right to their own tears.

Mama was always saying I was a brain snob, that I didn't like people who didn't think. I didn't know if that was snobby. Who wanted to walk around explaining everything to people all the time?

I have met women who don't have close women friends, and I've always been like, "How could that possibly be?"

I'm still afraid. I'm still afraid every day.

I'm always wondering if he'll return. Sometimes I pray that he doesn't. And sometimes I hope he will. I wish on falling stars and eyelashes. Absence isn't solid the way death is. It's fluid, like language. And it hurts so much...so, so much.

I always say I write because I have lots of questions, not because I have any answers.

There's me in every character I put on the pages.