Life could take on any number of shapes while you were busy fighting your own demons. But if you were changing at the same rate as the person beside you, nothing else really mattered. You became each other's constant.

A fire can't burn forever. Eventually, it consumes itself.

Writing is total grunt work. A lot of people think it's all about sitting and waiting for the muse. I don't buy that. It's a job. There are days when I really want to write, days when I don't. Every day I sit down and write.

How do you tell someone that you weren't the person he thought you were? And more importantly, how did you tell him that you'd meant the things you'd said, when everything else about you turned out to be a lie.

Just so you know: if this ever happens to you, you will not be ready.

Time is an optical illusion- never quite as soild or strong as we think it is

The best relationships were the ones where both sides went out of their way to make sure the other wasn't disappointed.