It's like the psychiatrists themselves are buying into that stupid belief that therapy is something to hide.

What could it be like to find out, in a matter of minutes, that the person you believed the sun rose and set on was not the person you'd thought?

What's stronger-the need to uphold the law, or the motive to turn one's back on it?

And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in masquerade.

I know what it's like when the things you believe make you feel like you're on the outside looking in.

I'd like to say that this time I'd kill myself too..but I've never had that kind of courage.

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.