Together in our house, in the firelight, we are the world made small.

I know it is a bad thing to break a promise, but I think now that it is a worse thing to let a promise break you.

I've always admired your rather formidable will, your refusal to back away from difficulties, but sometimes strength isn't about perseverance. Sometimes it's about knowing when to quit.

Life’s all about the revolution, isn’t it? The one inside, I mean. You can’t change history. You can’t change the world. All you can ever change is yourself.

Why do you write?' Because I love words and stories so much. Because I would be grief stricken every day of my life if I couldn't write. Because I'm obsessed and compelled. Because I'd be utterly useless at anything else.

I struggled for a long time to get anything published.

There is a ghost here. A lonely, heartbroken spirit. The ghost of everything that could've been and never was.