If I get ideas independently of the act of writing, they never really fit. So for me, there's no hanging out, waiting for inspiration.

Kindness was the last thing she needed. She had to stay in the icy place, the numb place, and their warmth threatened to melt her just when she needed the cold.

We have no home, she told me. I am your home.

A person didn’t need to be beautiful, they just needed to be loved. But I couldn’t help wanting it. If that was the way I could be loved, to be beautiful, I’d take it

she’s not as pretty as you,” I said “But she’s a simpler girl,” my mother whispered.

If evil means to be self-motivated, to be the center of one’s own universe, to live on one’s own terms, then every artist, every thinker, every original mind, is evil.

You paid for every second of beauty you managed to steal.