Whether or not you believe in Fate comes down to one thing: who do you blame when something goes wrong.

There is a place in you that you don't even know exists, where you can simply stand back and watch without feeling any pain.

Was there a language of loss? Did everyone who suffered speak a different dialect?

I truly believed that the cost of success for us shouldn't be the cost of failure for a good friend.

Choices are funny things-ask a native tribe that's eaten grubs and roots forever if they're unhappy, and they'll shrug. But give them filet mignon and truffle sauce and then ask them to go back to living off the land, and they will always be thinking of that gourmet meal. If you don't know there's an alternative, you can't miss it.

The saddest day in the world will be the one when she stops pretending.

I try really hard to ask people to take a look at their bookshelves. Are there female writers on it? Gay writers? Writers of color? There should be.