I start by mulling a question and before I know it, a whole drama is unfolding in my head. Often, an idea sticks before I know what I'm going to do with it.

There is a reason the word belonging has a synonym for want at its center; it is the human condition.

When this is over...we will got to the rainforest, or a beach as white as bone. We will eat grapes from the vine, we will swim with sea turtles, we will walk miles on cobblestone streets. We will laugh and talk and confess. We will.

A woman isn't all that different from a bonfire. A fire's a beautiful thing, right? Something you can't take your eyes off, when it's burning. If you can keep it contained, it'll throw light and heat for you. It's only when it gets out of control that you have to go on the offensive.

It doesn't matter what it is that leaves a hole inside you. It just matters that it’s there.

You can't exist in this world without leaving a piece of yourself behind.

The bottom line is that we never fall for the people we're supposed to.