She thought of death like the seam of a hem: each time you lose someone close, it unraveled a little. You could still go along with your life, but you'd be forever tripping over something you previously took for granted.

I don't have to live the lives of my characters to write about them. It's about really putting yourself in their shoes.

Lately, I have been having nightmares, where I'm cut into so many pieces that there isn't enough of me to be put back together.

if you think of a relationship as a living entity, I guess it's one thing if the missing two percent is, like, a fingernail. But when it's the heart, that's a whole different ball of wax.

Sometimes I think my whole life has been about holding on to you.

What does it feel like?” he asked. “What does what feel like?” Peter thought for a moment. “Being at the top.” Josie reached across him for another packet of material and fed it into the stapler. She did three of these, and Peter was certain that she was going to ignore him, but then she spoke. “Like if you take one wrong step,” she said, “you’re going to fall.

Losing Chloe had been like reading a wonderfulook only to realize that all the pages past a certain point were blank.