Here's my question: What age are you when you're in Heaven?

What if what you know isn’t what people want to hear?

Writing is grunt work - you need to have self-motivation, perseverance, and faith... talent is the smallest part of it.

I used to believe everything my brother told me, because he was older and I figured he knew more about the world. But as it turns out, being a grown-up doesn’t mean you’re fearless. It just means you fear different things.

I think that different things sell in different countries.

So much of the language of love was like that: you devoured someone with your eyes, you drank in the sight of him, you swallowed him whole. Love was substance, broken down and beating through your bloodstream.

Marina sighs. "Love's a tidal wave," she says. "Because it sweeps you off your feet?" I ask. "No. Because it sucks you under and you drown.