Just so you know, when they say "Once upon a time” . . . they’re lying

I told myself that if I didn't care, this wouldn't have hurt so much - surely that proved I was alive and human and all those touchy-feely things, for once and for all. But that wasn't a relief, not when I felt like a skyscraper with dynamite on every floor.

The act of reading is a partnership. The author builds a house, but the reader makes it a home.

I’d much rather pretend I’m somewhere else, and any time I open the pages of a book, that happens.

Every year I tell myself that I’m not going to read any reviews and then I do. We’re all human and when I read something negative it hurts. I think when you write it’s part of the game, you’re going to get some good reviews and some bad reviews and that’s how it goes. I don’t write for the reviews.

I shouldn't have eavesdropped, but sometimes, that's the only way to find out the truth.

In this new place we've found, sometimes there aren't words, because the truth can be even more difficult than the lies.