You can stay up all night and still not count all the ways to lose the people you love.

but if I've learned anything, it's that we don't know half of what we think we do. And we know ourselves least of all.

These days her entire life was about making people believe she was someone she wasn't anymore.

Writing is grunt work - you need to have self-motivation, perseverance, and faith... talent is the smallest part of it.

How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?

I always wondered why God was supposed to be a father," she whispers. Fathers always want you to measure up to something. Mothers are the ones who love you unconditionally, don't you think?

It is a remarkable question- Do all the wonderful things happen when we are not aware of them?