People don't save other people. People save themselves.

College wasn't like the real world. In the real world people dropped names based on their renown. In college, people dropped names based on their obscurity.

I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sku was the color of your eyes. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn't be you.

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

Basically you come up with the fictional idea and you start writing that story, but then in order to write it and to make it seem real, you sometimes put your own memories in. Even if it's a character that's very different from you.

It was amazing how it worked: the tiniest bit of truth made credible the greatest lies.

She wanted a book to take her places she couldn't get to herself.