I'm too much of a coward to kill myself. And too much of a coward to live

I think there are two different oceans - the one that plays with you in the summer, and the one that gets so mad in the winter.

She understood what it was like to stand right in front of people you loved, even though they could not see you.

After all, once you know that part of something exists, it stands to reason that the rest of it is somewhere out there, too.

I feel I'm able to get rid of any demons lurking in my psyche through my writing, which leaves me free to create all of this and to enjoy our family life, stepping away from all the fictional traumas and the dramas. If I write about family in crisis, then I won't have to live through it, I guess.

You might have to lose control before you could find out what you'd been missing.

Being a parent wasn't just about bearing a child. It was about bearing witness to its life.