The weapons an author has at her disposal are flawed. There are words that feel shapeless and overused. Love, for example. I could write the word love a thousand times and it would mean a thousand different things to different readers.

Why are you doing this to yourself? When something bad happens, why do you have to pick at it until it bleeds all over again?

I don't know what you think of me. And you certainly would never picture us together. But probably peanut butter was just peanut butter for a long time, before someone ever thought of pairing it with jelly. And there was salt, but it started to taste better when there was pepper. And what's the point of butter without bread? (Why are all these examples of FOODS?!!?!?!?!?!?!) Anyway by myself I'm nothing special. But with you I could be.

Sometimes to get what you want the most, you have to do what you want the least.

The scariest thing in the world is thinking someone you love is going to die.

You okay in there?" "No, I'm hanging from a closet rod.

Many people have a novel inside them, but most don't bother to get it out.