Don't give up on me now. I'm sorry. I guess that's an odd thing to say. Because isn't that what I'm doing? Giving up?

The main thing I wanted to say, and thankfully it’s what most people say they get out of the book, is simply an acknowledgement that we do affect each other in ways we can’t predict.

That's why you did it. You wanted your world to collapse around you. You wanted everything to get as dark as possible.

As a writer, my only responsibility is to tell a compelling story.

Because when you're posed, you know someone's watching. You put on your very best smile. You let your sweetest personality shine.

Everything seemed good, but I knew it had the potential to be awful.

Because I've heard so many stories that I don't know which one is the most popular. But I do know which is the least popular. The truth.