Household objects lost meaning. A bedside clock became a hunk of molded plastic, telling something called time, in a world marking it's passage for some reason.

You never get over it, but you get to where it doesn't bother you so much.

That's the way I will write characters, put a fair amount of myself in them, and then everyone else who was like that person, I will pick and choose.

She held herself very straight, like Audrey Hepburn, whom all women idolize and men never think about.

Everyone struggles against despair, but it always wins in the end. It has to. It's the thing that lets us say goodbye.

We couldn't imagine the emptiness of a creature who put a razor to her wrists and opened her veins, the emptiness and the calm.

Biology gives you a brain. Life turns it into a mind.