People grow apart, and sometimes, there nothing anyone can do about it.

And it feels strange, almost sad, to walk through ther empty halls. Each step I take sounds so lonely.

My heart and my trust were in the process of collapsing. And that collapse created a vacuum in my chest.

It may seem that every time someone offers you a hand up, they just let go and you slip further down.

Actually, I love trying to figure out why certain books become hits while others, which may be just as good, have trouble finding an audience.

I’m going to be mentally ill in fifteen years, and that’s why my husband doesn’t want to be around me.

And concentrating on the spot where the two spindles should be is the closest I get to looking Hannah's eyes as she tells my story.