I have these "pinch me" moments when I realize I got to be the thing I wanted to be growing up. I'm right where I belong.

I was an English major in college, took a ton of creative writing courses, and was a newspaper reporter for 10 years.

People are always coming up to me with my books and saying, 'You write these things I think but I could never say,'

I didn’t feel anything but a bone-deep weariness. Like I was suddenly a hundred years old, and I knew at that moment I would have to live a hundred more years, carrying my grief around like a backpack full of stones.

When you get everything you wanted, I think maybe you do have to be a little grateful for the people who got you there... whether or not they thought they were doing you any favors at the time.

The truth is, what I learned this year is that life is hard...Good people die for no reason. Little kids get sick. The people that are supposed to love you end up leaving.

She hated the implied familiarity when customers requested things from her by name.