Can you imagine what it would be like to know that your life was just going to be a series of days that were all the same, that were do-overs?

You would be surprised at the lengths you will go to believe the best about someone if you truly love him

if you don't get sick, you won't get well.

And if your parents have you for a reason, then that reason better exist. Because once it's gone, so are you.

You need to learn to write on demand, and to get critiqued without flinching. When someone can rip your work to shreds without it feeling as though your arm has been hacked off, you're ready to send your novel off to an agent.

He knew that there was a difference between something that makes you happy and something that doesn’t make you unhappy. The trick was convincing yourself these were one and the same.

I believe in love. I think it just hits you and pulls the rug out from underneath you and, like a baby, demands your attention every minute of the day.