Regret, already sogging me down, burst its dam. It seeped into my legs, it pooled in my heart.

It took courage to let things fall apart so beautifully.

I live my own life and nurse my own wounds. It's not the best way to live. But it's the way I am.

I always work in a room where there's no Internet to keep from being distracted so easily.

There was nowhere I could go that wouldn't be you.

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.

Usually my ideas are small.