Maybe if you spend your life pretending you're on a movie set, you don't ever have to admit that the walls are made out of paper and the food is plastic and the words in your mouth aren't really yours.

The only way someone can leave you is if you let them.

Houses are cellular walls; they keep our problems from bleeding into everyone else's.

You can widen the feet of a compass, but they are still attached at the top; you can spin them away from each other, but you always wind up where you started.

Life sometimes gets so bogged down in the details, you forget you are living it.

Life was what happened when all the what-if’s didn’t, when what you dreamed or hoped or – in this case – feared might come to pass passed by instead.

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